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caitlinmonster - - "Something went sick with us. It was always wilting and curling brown, but the bottom fell out sooner than I had expected. I saw sparkling into tens and twenties of years in the future, and I had no idea how wrong I was. Love is something with spikes that you put down your throat. Time repeats. Time repeats itself. I have given myself over and I have given myself over and over again. I am done with being done. I am looking for something cleaner than you. I am breathing my own breath now, never yours. "View -
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gobeit - - "It’s like living life on repeat. That moment, that breath lingering, etched permanently into your memory, singularly important and yet, so very insignificant. Like a stuttering interaction with someone you’ll never see again. Like dying, alone in the darkness, knowing that it is what it is and that whatever it is to you, it may be something completely different to another. "View -
santa - - "Again my comment is awaiting moderation. What could possibly offend here?: It was a tight squeeze but Harry felt he could make it. If he could only find a decent toehold somewhere it would allow him to adjust his belt just enough to get past the last bend. It did strike him, as he swallowed another mouthful of soot, that trying to impress his date by offering to clean her chimney may have worked in Dicken’s time but was probably a mistake in Manhatten in 2011. Still, who looks at the fireplace when they’re cleaning the chimney… as his dotty Great Aunt used to say. (and I wish I hadn’t spelt Manhattan wrong.) "View -
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lifethatyouhate - - "You have broken me all the way down. You’ll be the last, you’ll see. And what chance have we got when you missed every shot for me? And in the morning when you turn in, I’ll be out of reach. And in the darkness when you find this, I’ll be far to sea. "View -
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delcourt - - "I dropped an ice cube a moment ago and before I could think of a logical reaction I found myself throwing the piece in a furious overreaction. I wasn’t even very angry either. I think I’ve just become so used to extreme reactions to minor bouts of clumsiness that now unreasonable reactions have become normal. I’m sure many ice cubes are dropped each day and very few of them warrant such ridiculous behavior. "View -
guinnessman - - "I needed to write another story starter for the word Whiskey, but used up my whiskey for the poem. So here it is: He walked to the windows and was surprised to be looking down at Central Park. “This is a first,” he thought, “How did I get to NYC?” He drank the water on the nightstand to help clear his aching head and tried to put the pieces together: the dinner party at the mansion, the European brunette – Katja? Kayla? – the Dalwhinnie single-malt whisky. Nothing was making sense. Nothing. He went to the bathroom to splash water on his face. Waking up in a strange hotel room was nothing new to him, but the dead blonde on the bathroom floor was. "View -
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herman2011 - - ":) "View
