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'i miss you.' it doesn't matter. your hands are covering my ribcage; you've already left the room. you told me nevada had the highest cremation rate, and i thought about being buried next to you, and then i thought about burning. 'where were you?' your hands are on the hips of some polish woman, you are drunk and awkward on a dance floor. in my dreams i've lost my eyebrows and i'm holding someone else's hand at a christmas party, i thought we would at least make it to january.