1063 10 9
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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458119
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Her body was a thing that turned inwards.
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595107
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this ugly thing everyone calls love
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109832
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Eighteen-year-old Svetlana Kabalevsky was now the widow of the poet Dmetri Kabalevsky, soon to be another widow-whore on the Moscow highway.
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121842
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Sparky took to me immediately. In some atavistic canine way he knew I was simpatico to a dog like him.
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84500
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tragically / once upon a time / two people / far away / ...
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200
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There's no way to unravel myself anymore.
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There's no way to unravel myself anymore.
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the strength in you i envy/ leaves me naked, sweating in the dust/ while you possess what ethic i pretend to have/ in the face of those who expect from me/ so much more.
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Like honey drips, like notes of a sonata come,
Like a chrysalis is made and then abandoned,
Like the bed of a river widens over years--
Slow, slow is how my love is meant to reach for you.
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"The problem is, sometimes my pigeon wants to fly somewhere new- to the beach or south for winter. Other times, my pigeon wants to steal someone else’s lunch or picnic with a stranger’s leftovers. Often, my pigeon wants a good show and some freedom, to be
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6541514
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Nobody ever teaches you how to be a woman.
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7321
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I was the boy they wrote about in that news article. It wasn't very long, but it was embarrassing...
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79811
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Lovers say you are their everything / You complete them / You fill any void they know / I am not your everything / And that's OK
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I did not understand its meaning until college when I learned that Frost would take long walks—the inspiration for so many of his poems—and would leave his wife at home while he did. And just before he left, she would guilt-trip him just a little by walk
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