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Sophia
Poems
Feb 2013
pure
my skin smells of metal and second hand smoke
books of religion and poetry and fiction line the walls
some lay open on the floor like i do some nights
a naked ******
i am not wedding-dress pure like my father thinks i am
and i waited for you
with all your missing words
always eight letters late
as you were off learning new languages
German, Dutch, Italian
do not speak to me in them
my roots do not match theirs
i lingered just enough
my fingertips graze the places you touched
and memories seeped from the floorboards
the evidence of your presence is fading
i just want to sin again
to finally feel normal
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