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a small cup of fresh raspberries and a spooni look at them, water droplets still clinging to their fuzzy skineating one at a time, each holding a memo..
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![showtime](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
don't look in the mirrordon't do itthey coaxed her shower off the days of stinkshe did as they asked, a friendly suggestion to rid herselfdirt and sha..
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![farmer](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
furrows plow across the surfacedeep gashes opening uptender, unprotected space.the dull tool moving slowly over and overuntil the furrow hits liquid i..
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![despair](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference. "Charlie ChaplinIndifference.The ache in my bonesThe tears waiting in to spil..
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![worth](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
what am i good for?i pay the mortgagei pay the electrici pay the natural gas billi buy the foodi plan the mealsi cook the foodand after you load a few..
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![antimatters](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
what does it matterif i do what they want me to doif i plan, shop and feed them foodif i get a perfunctory thank you sometimesif the right words are s..
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![and again](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
on my mindfor daysit won’t let goi am alone todayi can get this donei can stop it from being in my headneedling mescorning mehounding meplaguing..
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![for what it's worth](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
a rag doll, dropped and forgotten, under a rusted fender on an oil stained drivewayone muddy tire track decorated her back from right to left“Th..
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![rinse and repeat](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
stage is set with anger and hatred,sneers and rage ready for a queue in the wingsshe waits, knowing the play of cardinal sins is quickly approachingsh..
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![what IT is](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
“you know I am rightI will win,” IT speaks softly in my headlike a secret from a child...or love whispers“I am your personal acid ba..
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