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Emma Elisabeth Wood
Poems
Nov 2018
Traces
His fingers were too long,
patched with nicotine stains
and traces of my DNA
I gave him that small
part if myself, a tiny scrap
of evidence he could keep
He knew that I'd send
no-one looking for it
I knew he'd want to
remember me
He knew I'd have
no choice
He left bits of himself
in my hair
drandruff flecks
On the hip of my jeans
there are snowflakes
Droplets of ice
that have frozen
and expanded over
time
They've spread like
the thread of a silkworm
Tying me to the night
we met
Written by
Emma Elisabeth Wood
F/UK
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