We lived together –

Distances between floors, rooms, you, there tomorrow, me, every day the same, we, too old, too tired, to escape.
you, smoke like an Indian smoke signal, me, I drink because I’m a degenerate alcoholic
vices accommodated, vices keep flowing, keep talk flowing, mixing Indian smoke signals with a metal tongue
We clatter around these rooms, this house, this place, our names glued to its front door.

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