Stapled notes, wet ink, dusty floor.
Receits, novells, lXXe letters, the phonebook.
Months of waiting, at the front door.
Stamped cards adressed vague places.
Have I lost your number, intentionally.
Old news, torn paper, train tickets home (crumbled).
And the telephone rings, a call for honesty.
Running the house, the stairs, into the closet.. monster.
Television screen delivers another dead end scene.
Shirts with white fluid, you were never there to catch it anyway!
Old poems, misprints, misplaced...
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