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Leaves emerge below the Vakhan strip like mangled bodies of faceless men: We are soldiers. They are Taliban. We are the snow that falls on the Towr Mountains, the lavish pine trees and cool scents of fresh green that mingles …
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With Abletofly you will be able to fly
and the feeling will be overwhelming!
A few warnings and precautions:
Don’t try to drive a car if you experience an erection lasting more than eight hours.
Stay at work. Work overtime. Don’t try to
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4754
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granma says give it all away look at jesus he had nothin
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The roses ask for you when I smell them
They seem to remember your touch more than
others. They can’t bear it when you’re gone
and wonder when you’ll be returning
I am beginning to do the same
I no longer go outdoors to be with them
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7130
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She wears black on Sundays
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7630
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Today I am throwing away the blank pages of my life.Years of pages filled with silence soaked red with unwritten pain.The whites, the lined, the pastel hued, the ones I had gathered to fill with my thoughts; bound in leather or lying separate sheet from…
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"I admire", he says,his heart on his sleeve,"how you write."How infused must bethat admirationwith the angerof knowinghe has inspiredsuch bile;an unremitting cascadeof his denigrations,even if they are onlyjust my perspective.
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The day he was servedwith divorce papersin the drivewayhe came to our roomand looking perplexedsaid, "Does this meanwe can't have sex tonight?"Things changedbut all things consideredthings haven't changed much.
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Light youth
that
barely touches the
ground
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black
hair/ (damp)
around her ears
Keys on the
table
Drinking coffee
from a glass
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I take sole custodyof my actionsof my choiceseven the oneto be choicelessbut I cannothelp wonderif we mighthave survivedif you hadstepped offthe bleachersstrode onto the fieldgotten into the gamewith meinstead ofintermittentlyclapping fromthe sidelines.
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1400
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You like to watch me, unseen,in the showermy head heavy with griefleaning against the cold tiles,my bulging bellyoverhanging with untold secrets,my Botticelli flankaching from a neglected spine.the clear waterrunning down my legsdiffused with the urineof failed…
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Leda looks back over her shoulder at us as the swan
grips her from behind while at the same time nipping at
the nape of her neck. She's a freckled child and
a little frightened. There's a dark smudge beneath her eye
where the shadow runs. The swan
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Her name / her own / not always / his
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