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 I'm crying in my soup again You let me down again The circle never ends But I want to be free I guess it needed salt Like you in my wo... [read more] |
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Somebody told me I was easy to love Not once or twice They said it until it settled into me Floated over me Until I stood in a coffee... [read more] |
 The stairs feel longer this year. Nothing in the house has shifted, yet something gives a small clink behind me whenever a name slips... [read more] |
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"Decent" Not every path asks for triumph. Some just want your steady feet. The ridge ahead is nothing dramatic— a rise, a dip... [read more] |
 Those late night Jersey Transit trains It’s always a gas well past midnight up to no good at a Dead and Company show Qu... [read more] |
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Willing to follow these dubious orders willing to cast asunder the rules of common decency [read more] |
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I am sad my parents are gone now… that off their presence I am deprived… but I remain grateful for the memories we made when th... [read more] |
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May we be blessed to remember how important it is to make as many memories as we can with our friends, with strangers who may b... [read more] |
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In spite of all his hoping and wishing…all the hours he would pray… he watched the gleam dim in his father’s eyes and his memories fa... [read more] |
 Concerning the recent Ice shooting https://abcnews.go.com/US/live-updates/minneapolis-ice-shooting-live-upd... She should't ha... [read more] |
 Asking me why I'm miserable is like asking me why the sky is blue. It just is. It's a scientific fact. It's... [read more] |
 Headline in today's N.Y. Times: 'After Machado Offers Her Nobel, Trump Says It Would Be an 'Honor' to Accept It' https://www.nytimes.com/202... [read more] |
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Dislikers of dress shoes and flipflops, each removes his tormentors: two pairs of feet, bare and sheathed in sheer socks, glide over the hot... [read more] |
 When I gaze upon your beauty, my brain immediately panics— it wants to stare respectfully but also trips over its own manners. I want to see... [read more] |
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On the way down, the mountain grows taller behind me. Perspective is a trickster like that. I feel lighter, though nothing in... [read more] |