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I want to know the girl



I want to know the girl


Who sings

without opening her mouth


Who cries

in the sweetest of her dreams


Who dances

in the stillness of the dark


Who lies

through the skin left on her teeth


Who breaks

on the front porch of a boy


Who sneaks

through the window by the street


Who grabs

at the apple in his throat


And leaves

‘hind the carcass of his meat


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