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took your fiber
kept in a bottle near
an old photo sitting
alone by the window

you had the dehydration blues
out near Denver

could have been the nights
mornings
afternoons
keeping the same hobby
alive

could have been the cocaine
you told me about
when you were living in DC

could have been when you
rolled over in your childhood
bed you took with you everywhere
and said

“what else do we have left
do we have left to do?”