I alone

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alone
      in the bath
  smoke slips up in rivers
dabbed
I recline
        BOMBS
nearby
    so high
and yet
the piano in my headphones
           Mr. Glass
is nice
   why does she hurt like this?
      an ache
         so raw
            that she doesn’t even see it

so back
to the bath
I go
            a dream
called
I
alone

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