18:19

Ruler marks across the country scribbled lives and pencilled-in faces, adjoining places with families and names they don't know. They'll just pass them through the window.   A snap-shot, no, scrapbook, just quick visions of insight into their person. The clothes they wear, suitcase or phone a face without a name  A smile is enough. …

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Perhaps

An installment of Lucy Writes Crap Poetry on Her Phone perhaps if i unstitch these scars wounds seemingly bound together by temp- orary measures stapled with safety pins. tear my heart apart, bleed myself dry off from the rain. it'll (i'll) be enough. will you refasten the locks when you shut the door or (just) will you replace …

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