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for the anniversary of the dying.
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I wake up each morning at 5:30 exactlyto s**t my brains out and thinkand jot down words on perfectsquares of Charmin as if two thingstwistingcould spi..
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the end is near.
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I know you love me.But when the Ivory soap refused to floatI knew then a change was coming; when the hairbrush fellfrom the sink to scurry sideways wi..
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I had fallen asleep in my writers swivel chair, yet again,the one that sounds, when you lean forward, of the farmerkilling the duckling/ The same one ..
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Just like the color of woods, crisp init's demitasse of black, black, like the Chinese year of theNegro water dragon, where everything you can everima..
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we all have to return home
from however far we love.
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dana in sorrow.
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I had that feeling, the one i'v been known to have, for the unpteenth time,after our chance meeting of eyes that there was something lacking textureso..
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