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naked and new

February 12, 2012

 

my words are heavy

with the weight of meaning

my head carrying a childhood of memories

I always end up rolling each sound on my tongue

with my eyes closed, I speak

naming the me beneath the skin

putting it on a page

naked and new

©Susan Smith

From → Poems

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