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Lexy Sogl

(15/08/92 / São Paulo, Brazil)

Just Like My Father


Sunday morning
Yesterday’s cigars smelt like him
Bold
Specific in their smell

Just like my father

Always hyper
Sometimes amusing
Never genuine

Just like my father

His drinking
Is no dilemma
What leaves me queasy
Is drunk sincerity

Just like my father

Stumbling in the house
Reeking of cheap brandy
At 5 in the morning

Just like my father

With sayings
Not possibly, farther
From the truth

Just like my father

Leaving me
Alone
Afraid
and only

as innocent
as i hoped
i could have been

Just like my father

Submitted: Saturday, October 27, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, April 20, 2011

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  • Sim Dan (11/12/2007 12:32:00 PM)

    quite hard to believe you're only 15 - wonderful poetry - sequence of thoughts - well-laid out and charming (Report) Reply

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