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     To Conrad, the thought of standing at a bus stop for an undetermined amount of time was utterly frustrating. How was one expected to be able to even contemplate trying to figure out what time the vandalised bus timetable said your bus would be coming? Even if he could understand, why would he bother being at a bus stop anyway? Why wait out in the chill of the autumn night, where every leaf that slipped past in the biting wind felt like it was attacking the points of his white shoes, when he could be working on an art piece at home or even just curling up in bed with a steaming mug of dinner by his side?     The answer was Toni.     I

the wax drips, tendrils round my neck crystallize my arms, infect me to scrawl the words across the darkness and feel that someone can be because when the lights fall nobody's serious and no one can quite believe that the paradise you see is set in stone by the people you deny exist and is a dimension that cannot be reversed so bring me those scraps of sky i told you to save make sure they aren't ruined don't throw them away my heart crusoes like a linden tree on the promenade that one night in june.