Spilling Ink   caught in moments we theorize new reflections arithmetic in strange places empty subway stations and park benches   strangers collide in ever- limbo spaces, for never do you know the next encountering that changes faces   time un-thought will likely reach you, each echoed beat and pulse vibration, rattling like the rattled…

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