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May 2013
I pack my bags
Inside my mind
Line my things
And count the times
Dripping clocks
And suitcase thoughts
It's all a puddle
Splash of loss
Broken fevers
Sweating meters
Quarters drop
Heads get tossed
From skipping
In crosswalks
Humming
During long talks
Hiding
In a freight box
And stopping








With the
Blank thoughts
Hannah Elisabeth Johnston
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