1009 1 0
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Not really a story but a look at how we live
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6000
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The sun covered your dress, and I could see right through it too, we were both so transparent. Who cares? If you don’t reach right in and take what you want, you don’t ever get what you want. I already knew that much, so the thrill went running up your
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139486
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wild eyes open your iris sunrise
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630
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they stare back in that long depraved look
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119522
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an awkward stage between
glued popsicle stick marsupial,
and mechanical tin foil mammal.
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2233149
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‘Do you know that tables aren’t actually solid’ he said suddenly. ‘I mean there’s loads of space in the molecules that make up wood or whatever. The only reason we can’t push through them is because of the force.’
Nearby the Android called up his light
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300
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a dead stare from perfect eyes
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420
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the heat of something said or not said
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4500
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They are light, their souls, yours among them. And those who seduce you should understand that, and use their bodies carefully, so that you are unharmed by the night that is filled with them. The beautiful youth who would turn their flower as if you wer
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10311
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The sidewalk cracks / suck the sidewalk dry
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650
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98010
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machine utility of thought,
intangible aesthetic of sentiment.
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6921
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Who lived? Who was alive with your pleasure? How many scattered the milk-white seed with you, releasing the slight chill of anguish. I was always in the hot season, always wetting with sexual love that could be touched, readily. And now I am desiring in a
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960
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105500
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The eyelid of the sink blinks silence. The clocks choke on smoke.
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