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Holding a ticket for Frontier Flight 328, Gate C-52,    
I run through the Denver airport.    
7 minutes to loading.    
Everyone in front of me on the flat escalator    
is too slow.  
i scribble always
on little scraps of paper
pieces of my soul
Her desk was littered with scraps of paper, each scrawled with its own collection of words, representing a thousand grasped-at memories.

It wasn't working. They wouldn't come back.

I write on scraps of paper what I would say to you if we were still together. I put 'em all in an envelope.
I dunno.
Maybe some day we'll repair this damaged relationship and I can give 'em to ya.
It's nothin' deep or anything. Just...ya know... thi(more)