Involuntary detox

This morning although I tried to write it was quite impossible, I was pressed up tight against what I dare not say, the underground rush is a hell of a way to start any day anyway I could not get to my pen, ( being penned in is a falsehood ) so I wrote with…

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It only feels like death

She looks in her compact looking very compact tacked in the corner of the train, He looks like he looks like not much to say about him. from her magic bag of tricks she plucks out her eyebrows I have a pen with which I write of reflections I see and if I feel that…

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