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Mr. Darcy (These men can be collected)
These men can be collected in a cup or a
shovel but I cannot pick each out except
by the handful they each dress better have
nice sweaters come with tags that say
Do Not Remove they move everywhere they are
a catalog that keeps coming in the mail each
only slightly different from the last this
manuscript is named Man 4 moon
sounds like man the shadow on my desk is not
mine my light is my heart that hurts from
igniting the microphone I talk into an ear
but the ear is not an ear I can whisper
into it is my own ear I have never seen except
backwards the words keep coming from
his mouth and I keep waiting each month
for him to go back into the book he will
never respond never spend on me why do
we fall in love with an ideal someone
who is not even real we teach our children
to have an imagination then others shun
them when they’re too strange what happens when
our imaginary lives have more love than
our real ones how do we travel back and
forth without always feeling lack 
Mr. Darcy (Cars surround us)
Mr. Darcy (He ignores us)
Mr. Darcy (These men can be collected)