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He'd always envied the number four with its symmetry and its squatty complaisance.
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37496
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Dirty intimate feathers
They're not listened to by anyone
I can't hear the feathers in my mind
I can hear the breaking clattering thunder and the ambidextrous love
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19853
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Those curtain wearing warmongers
With jelly eyed fish scales painted to the back of their necks
Those were the days
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16953
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Lie awake in the night without night and the Monday comes
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When I come to suck fresh raspberries'
juice from your hair
pressing the clasp of my mouth's purse
on the oyster of your ear;
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15753
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There is a hole in my ear hair
And it points the way to god
The anatomical construction of my drinking sessions
Is irrelevant
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15784
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The radiation of shadows
It sits in the dwindling sun
Speckled with frosted memories
Treating the night like a rented car
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102621
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The Syringimals were filled to their 60 ml capacity with a gelatinous ocher blood. They fluttered around using sparkly wings stolen from Disney fairies, and attempted language through wax lips that were usually secured with scotch tape.
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4811
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Jellyfish jellyfish
Indigo eyes
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87711
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I am tripping on poetry.
Purple ink drips from my eyes like ergot of rye.
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16100
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The new refrigerator was nice enough: stainless steel, with a bottom freezer, a crisper, and dispensers for filtered water and for ice. It complimented the stainless steel stove that the previous owners had put in before filing for divorce and leaving t
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4120
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It's so damn hot out that one day my skin melts right off. Slipping off my bones in chunks until it forms one big puddle on the floor below me. I can't even move I'm so overheated; all I can do is watch as my body is reduced to nothing but a skeleton. At
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1700
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Last I knew she was seeing a boy named Evan. Last I knew the only time she really spoke to me was to ask a question about homework or if I had a pen she could borrow. I always kept extra pens handy. I haven't even seen her since school ended, so I don't…
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He and she are fucking while I watch. She's moaning deep desire and he's pounding flesh into flesh. I'm fully clothed, eyes attune to their fornication, studying. He comes inside of her; their bodies stiffen and then wriggle against one another. …
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Lying on your
side your mouth is a silver lode and
miners are spilling out.
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