Lexy Sogl Poems

Sunday morning
Yesterday’s cigars smelt like him
Bold
Specific in their smell
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Her hands
purely stone
Tampered with
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The only one
Who sees right through
The fake grin
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Life’s web is spun
Yet once again

Going different ways
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When I was a child

Money
Was amusing paper
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Walking down Tottenham court road
drinking a pint of cold milk
eating fresh wild strawberries
skipping merrily
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He alleged
To be awestruck
with the colors of sand
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To die for your love
Seems bland
Unlike me
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Every Thursday afternoon
Spent
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Sit Beside Me

Hear the raindrops
Penetrate the ears of trees
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