The eleven doesn’t leave on time
The inside of my jacket is the kind of grey that wants to be white
The assembled pile of acorns could be a feast later or sooner
The fourteen usually leaves on time
There’s never an absolute because people always ruin absolutes.
Lost couplets and cuff links.
Empty signs and the feeling of the ground moving with the monsters that traverse the travelled.
Come to me once just to see if it works.
Come to me twice because I need you.
Come to me more because you need me.
Please need me.
Elucidating Questions 
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