comatose. i never told you: i hated the way you smelledlike winter, likefog or listerine or something long forgotten.i guess i miss you the wayi miss brooklyn,all thirsty for a song i've never heard, pining fora place i've never been. homesick.--i never told you: i keep your old promises all tucked up inside, like bruises sleeping fallow along my hipbones. i promise i'll love you always, i promisei'll fix the coffee machine tomorrow, and if you let me, i'll fix you well, you never were a fixer. what you are is tired, and you never understoodwhy this fucked-up little townunmade its bed, swallowed an
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