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Doors were meant to close

Her eyes were bringing in the tide somewhere

as smoke was filling her  head

in

bed sheet skin

 

where a man laid next to her dark hair and lost words

someone anywhere was starting their morning prayer just then, and

she felt sinful

feeling like an old scab

again

as the horizon made its way to light her another cigarette

she stopped to wonder how he felt

but she didn't know

touching was just another way to say hello

and she had been greeted all her life

making silent foot steps torward her car

she pretended it was raining as she kept her eyes on an invisible shoreline

 

she was good at leaving

just as doors were meant to close

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Feb 5, 2012
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