112 9 7
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Reality is overrated. A mistake
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17175
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Love escapes into primary nouns . . .
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20599
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Let us not save each other
for special occasions.
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70965
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Do you want this, you ask, and hand me a blue silk shirt of hers
with small yellow flowers. I'm afraid to say no,
in case it makes you remember all over again.
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13554
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Today I do not want to change
the world.
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958109
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When you think I'm not looking,
I always am.
You say it's like nicotine, your best analogy as a non-smoker.
The kind of hit that is hard to live without and isn't it human nature,
you ponder.
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767105
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The washing machine at home was broken. It was an old leaky Maytag. A discouraging mess—twisted panties, sky-blue jeans, and an old lover or two or three floating downstream (the reverse of spawning salmon). Each man was slightly drowned,…
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72398
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You snore and the house is safe again.
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5844
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. . . when distance loses memory in plain sight . . .
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61653
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"My ex Maxine claimed red wine was the healthy alcohol choice. When we were married and I still had money she drank the expensive stuff, as if drinking Chateau Montrose 2005 instead of two buck chuck made her any less of a wino. She would have been better
|
78296
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It hangs unspoken in the sadness he pushes through his harmonica, while his hands work the old, beat-up guitar that tries to be a Gibson for his fingertips.
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8394
|
|
13598
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Minutes later he drove back
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8571513
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I almost kept him
on the shelf with all the trophies.
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