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Jan 2013
when I asked you what happened last night
you said. “Nothing”
I asked you why
is there a used ******
nestled neatly in the space between
my bed. and wall
You don’t look me in the eye when you say
“We had ***”
because you know. “We”
didn’t have ***.
after you fed me a fifth shot
of the liquor you brought
you watched me spill over and
swooped in
to drink your fill
Claire Waters
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