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Naked, they laid down onthe antique bed.
Lookingat himshe felt like she was in prison.Lying withherhe felt like it was a conjugal visit. The s..
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He found an old notebook and tore out the pages thathad lists of things to buy, to do- things he needed, and things he didn't.He wrote "Ideas" on the ..
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Her hair was growing back. It crept over her head and out as eye lashes in a faint silver. She liked to sit outside at night, when the street la..
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"I'm everything I'd hoped to be, at this point in my life." He'd said.
"I've gone everywhere I'd hoped to go, by this time in my life." She rep..
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I carved you out of wood and
burned theshadows in your face
Ifashioned yourmouth around a knotand
found a hidding place in your grains
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The trains are hollerin' again.
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One word would changeeverything between them.
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Five oxygen tubes.
Intervals narrowing, widening, narrowing. Pssst.
Five mouths.
Dependent.
Pssst. Like a secret.
The tubes and tanks, k..
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Thetrailer was old. It smelt like someone's bad cooking forty years prior. The previous owner was disabled, in a wheel-chair. Metal bars were stra..
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