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comatose.i never told you:i hated the way you smelledlike winter, likefog or listerine orsomething 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 fallowalong 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 ambien,swallowed you. listen:we were always comatose, clutchingat bedsheets,hands gone coldand quiet.