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What It Feels Like

Alice Walker

As if I've swallowed
A watermelon
And
Sidestepping
My digestive tract
It has lodged
In my heart.
There it lies
Green
& whole
with a luscious
red
heart of its own
daring me
to cut.




Quotes of the Day

A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain

• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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    A Tale Of The Thirteenth Floor
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    The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid fame Is table talk in hell. I name no name, but hell's own flame Illumes the lobby garish,