but then again, heaven.
Sometimes other people's words make me homesick --
for what, I don't know.
All of the good things are present and accounted for,
the laundry neatly folded in another room,
a girl I love on her way to meet me in the city.
But then again, other people find it strange that I
write my name like a schoolgirl
all over Your page.
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