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It’ll be midnight in an hour. Meet me by the bookshelves. We can slip between the people ..

The weedy field is cracked and dried out. The water flows a little slow. The screen door hardly keeps the ..

Maybe we belong together looking at the transit trains with sides like scuffed chalkboards. ..

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I want to laugh on thin ice and hold you tight on the terrace, party crashing the penthouse...

Your foot is upon the kitchen chair, noticing a little dust on the canvas of the ked’s ..

When I was in the room with all the pictures on the walls, in the half light last night, I wanted..

I’m not going to think of you the same way. Looking at the glassy sea, a dark cup on the..

Wondering what comes next, if I don’t kiss you again. Wear cufflinks made of pearl shell..

I cannot imagine a lot would change. If you had stayed in suburban midwest taking the children ..