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sophichia
sophichia
New York just some thoughts / follow @sophichia on IG
I connect the freckles on her face ****** constellations To see my daily horoscope
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Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
Untitled
The morning birds sing to the rythm of her soft heart beat under sky blue sheets Warm air exerts from each nostril along with a yawn from her baby doll lips Gold framed women in paintings above her drop forward over the headframe in envy of her glamour And the sun gleams against her cheek bones creating a halo around what already is an angel
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Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC
Windowsill
the birds are nesting underneath my air conditioner that hangs too far out the window and drops water on people walking below the grass is wet and brown but i can see hints of springs first flowers blooming my body isn't aching that much anymore but my head is still foggy the air doesn't smell sweet yet UV levels are still low spring is still a far way to go i guess
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 8:12 AM UTC
spring cleaning
I want to live in the gaps between your teeth and dance around your tongue as you sing me the sweet, sweet song of love I want to sleep on your fuzzy chest and wear headphones connected to your heart I want to live in your brain and control when you ****
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
it was cute but then i lost it
You're a good conversation through an old kitchen phone that wraps around my doorway and rests on my shoulder so long my neck starts to cramp and I switch it over
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 9:28 PM UTC
Dial Tone
Dear Daddy, Do you know what these men say to me? With their eyes and their mouths when I walk on the street. With a grin and a nod and a look up and down. A wink and a kiss and a cat call heard from downtown. With my skirt short and my top low, It’s a cold world daddy and no doesn’t mean no. Daddy do you know how these men look at me? Like I’m a piece of meat strutting down the street? With my head buds in and my favorite song on. I’m asking for it Daddy, I’m in the wrong. Do you know how it feels not to wear what I like? To walk a little faster when I’m alone at night? Daddy the world is my predator and I am it's doe, Daddy what happens when I can’t say no?
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
Dear Daddy
fall in love with the one who reminds you of your favorite candy who paints your depressed clouded mind all the colors of the sky be immersed in the beauty you can't seem to find on your own laugh in melodies that clog your ears of the voice inside telling you to hide fall in love with the one who gives you a meaning who covers your world in flowers and helps you grow the one who sews the wings of the most beautiful butterfly into your broken back to let you see the universe from up above but alas, the only person we can love enough   the only person whom can give this all to us is ourselves
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Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
if only it were easier
Uptown Downtown 125th The heart of the underground The soul of the city Miss Latina Standing on the 6 With her back against the door And a baby on her hip Keyfood bag in the other Praying for her brother Old vet Sleeping under the coldest vent Begging for change For a world he Cannot change Boys on the 4 5 Selling candy Just to survive That woman on the F Who preaches the sermon In hopes that God himself Would save us from this mess
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC
To Live Beneath
my sheets know your secrets my pillows, your thoughts my blanket misses your warmth and i, i miss your touch
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
full moon
salty tears race down the side of my freckled nose which will get there first? to the point on my face the sun has kissed the most temple burns eyes drowning in fear my skin yearns for a minuscule buss of the sun the warm wind on my cheeks the sienna light of the sky my head residues upon a pillow as if it’s been detached and laid to rest no longer apart of my nature what if the sun is our oxygen and we spend all our nights searching for a breathe of fresh air
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Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
good night sun, good morning moon