129 17 15
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Tired of the hunt, tired of empire
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891 2 3
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But it was not all sex; sex
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921 4 4
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“One of the death-stricken at Donner Lake may have said, with tremulous voice: ‘Look! There, just above us, is a beautiful house.’”
—C.F. McGlashan, History of the Donner Party
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870 2 1
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I have to find a way To evolve To become To grow into something else To become something else I have to find a way To let go Loosen my firm grasp Watch it all fall away Let myself fall away Drop this act This weight This mess of a life This mess I…
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63 2 0
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the other day/ i saw you in the road/ stooped to pick pieces/ of a heart broken like glass/ all over the ground.
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970 1 1
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#ShortStory #writers
are failed #poets...
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106 12 10
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237 17 10
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people talk about depression/ as a great black hound/ bounding upon them,/ teeth set/ for the heart.
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1157 1 1
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King's splendid stronghold Pressing down the earth below Broken by the grass
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288 10 8
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90 9 4
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I needed to call you butI'd forgotten your number,the one I always thoughtwas burned into my memory -for hours I anxiously thumbed throughwhite and yellow pages, forgettingthen remembering your name.Between the pages I could seeyour dining room, the floortile cracked like a…
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319 30 28
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1872 29 23
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Each death a sonnet, every grief / fourteen lines.
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1653 23 18
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a poem about an abduction in my NYC neighborhood
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1054 4 3
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They found your athymic neck/clipped like a bag of Skittles/and your lifeblood left a Rorschach test on the dash/in which they saw the future/and their own exits/(straight ahead and to the right).
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