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They shoveled coal into the furnace of the city so the ghosts would be warm for their haunting.
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Pay day Exacta
mundo till she burned
your brow red with
profundities ...
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Red runs in rivulets against the backdrop /
Into a pool, a morass, that is his life
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720
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this is not some/
sparrow, overfed-
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this is not some
sparrow, overfed-
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She flew through the air, linen skirt billowing around her. Below, her buckled bicycle was taking a different route. Less aerodynamic than she, its trajectory was brief, crashing into the ditch. Elspeth kept on flying. Time slowed, and expanded
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She asks if I only write about men, which I tell her is redundant. I also answer, “Yes, but sometimes I write about them as race cars, hyenas, vaginas, or God.”
She smirks like she wants to smile, but it’s stuck halfway out her door. Her happiness has
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