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A pretty one-eyed girl 
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from the state of Maine
Em
can’t see the church: it’s on the 
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left side of her brain.
  
But it’s 
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clothed in browning leaves and it 
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wants to take her in,
  
and 
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there’s a parsons robe inside that 
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wants to feel her skin.
Em
And the sleeves of warm, black cloth are 
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hungry for her wrists,
Em
and the first page of the Holy Book is 
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hungry for her kiss.
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She’ll go home, all a
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lone on the 
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right hand of the 
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interstate
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and the church upon the 
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hill it will 
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sit in crumbling 
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leaves
and it will
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wait for her, 
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wait to be together. But 
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she won’t want it, ever.
Em
It’s like a dream I had: this 
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girl I went to see
Em
(and I can’t sing her name, she might be 
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listening to me),
  
in a 
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room of missing tiles we 
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felt ourselves entwine,
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and she bit my tongue and shouted as I 
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crawled into her mind.
  
It was 
Em
full of singing mouths and 
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apples in the air,
  
Em
soft, warm little room that was sur
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rounded by her hair.
  
And a
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lone, when we woke, we 
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stretched our legs and spoke
  
to the 
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people we were sleeping with in 
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voices not our own,
  
in the 
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cool of our 
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beds, with the 
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words just dissi
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pating
  
in the 
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empty air a
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head, and this 
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other world just 
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waiting
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until we’re 
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dead.
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