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she is your holy mary
and i am so ordinary

you've changed, girl, you walk
around with a shotgun wound through your chest;
either you learned to bleed
or you put your heart to rest.

i'm still not sure how you can
just slip in and out of your head,
or how you do this thing where you walk around
partly alive, mostly dead.

19 March 2003

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