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Jul 2015
these shoes don't fit well enough
but they make me look smart
you fit so snug
my inhibitions left me dry

i didn't mean to leave
but i did anyway

the city sleeps as the razor hangs,
and i lie

my eyelids flutter open
as the water runs red

i punish myself
hoping
you won't
Sophie Elizabeth Bishop
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Sophie Elizabeth Bishop  London
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