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Leslie Monsour reads

Split Personality
in RealAudio format.
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Day
Today I cup my hands into a heart,
Unable to hold anything but air.
Desire, like ocean, seeps between my palms;
I see reflections of it everywhere.
Night
Tonight I sprout a pair of flashy wings
And make believe the lantern is my goal
(It's warmer than the moon, and near.) Take care,
My love, the blinded mothworm of my soul
Might nibble hungrily and think it's art
To spoil the fleecy vestment of your heart.

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