933 3 3
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98822
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Tonight is our last night to dream.
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12721912
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Start now. Make lists. Call long-lost friends. Say what needs saying. Raise hell.
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20453
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Funny, how a preoccupation with words can make you fret, can make you fumble.
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1621516
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someone
must be walking the far end
of the pond
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2991815
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111377
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I’m decades in and it hasn’t gone away.
In all other respects, I am normal. Life
is hard, but I’m not complaining. The thing
is, I am in a constant state of falling.
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11911310
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94822
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Hello floaty word man / suspended in smoke / chortling coughing with collapsing colon / spraying sounds into the day / making it night and ending the line
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77065
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Villon, get the hell outta here!
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14997
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Days like this I operate this city
on muscle memory.
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154786
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The one that I love - doesn't love me.
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12781514
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You need buttered broths and to
copy old writings by hand by
very poor light.
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67168
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Any fans of First Shot who missed Chapt. 53, it's here: http://fictionaut.com/groups/novel-excerpts
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11801712
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love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
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