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Drink it up.

I sit by the radiator,
now warm,
looking out over and under
everyone.

Sometimes we can take in
too much;
like the common mouthed idiot
offering life coaching
in a lack of life.

Then there's a rush of absentees
as I look up
and find them all gone...
It wasn't anything I said,
just the things that I didn't.

There is an ex-girlfriend
showing an ex-boyfriend
what she is listening to,
but he doesn't care...
He knows, like me
that we'll be just fine
without them.

I give it sixty seconds
before someone asks
if I'm okay.
That one question
will be the sole readon
I'm not.

That is one thing
you learn drinking in the bars:
No one really knows anything
and even fewer
know you
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