Takes a dried up ball-point, lemon juice and water, keeps a diary invisibly. In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite there's a certain search for certainty, you know we'll never see her hands touch her childhood home in photos that she took. It's one more omission from a high school history book; how whole lives get knifed and pushed aside. To whom it may concern...
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There's a bus that's leaving half an hour from now. (To whom it may concern).
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It won't take her where she really wants to go. (This is to inform).
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So she sits there with her luggage at her side. (Yours, sincerely yours).
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In the empty stations of our empty lives. (Yours, sincerely yours).
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Take a broken bottle. Take a rafter beam, or take a needle and a tarnished spoon. Or just words to kill off one more unheard statement of another dying afternoon. She says she's leaving soon. So, so long to ten hour shifts and faking sympathies. Farewell to piles of bills, unpaid utilities. All rolled up and unfurled like a flag. Wake up and pack your bag. To whom it may concern...
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There's a bus that's leaving half an hour from now. (To whom it may concern).
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It won't take her where she really wants to go. (This is to inform).
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So she sits there with her luggage at her side. (Yours, sincerely yours).
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Leaving empty stations, leaving empty lives. (Yours, sincerely yours).
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Letter of Resignation
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