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If it can't be had within five minutes it can't be had and
   you can't
Shove it around or shrug it off like that in most cases not
   my kind

Of person.  But you can reassemble separate messages it's
   safer to
And cheaper too with whatever gets you through the
   night, is she

A poet?  Someone else assigned them boxes.
It's writing like talking slips up in writing

Taking waifer-thin bits like what happens when you
Throw away all conceit all is nice and neatens up

The whole show shows spidery writing's workings out.

A thin waiver is a parting shot by any other name, if
   you're sent flying.
If it isn't said it isn't read that's the truth you can tell it to
   the wind,

Navigate your way back in is knowing where to look,
   finding
A way in is to find a way out and await further
   instructions.

Mister Nobody's the "right" person to read as Time goes
   by.
It's time to go.  Seeing red when you're feeling blue. 
   Gone.
 
Gone out.  You turn up later at the party with a bottle of
   lukewarm
White wine.  Defamiliarisation equals demystification. 
   Lukewarm

Relates boxes two and three despite their separate
   messages
(For which read desperate, for which read disparate)

If all's grammatically correct.  How to reproduce the note
   of the machine
Gun with tongue only you realise you do amazing things
   simply by reading

This piebald light and shadow to a third party who inhabits
   the tweed coat
To our left conversations I've dropped in on the end of a
   full and varied agenda.

Lucidity: not much interested Lucy?  To the person or
   persons living there.