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Jan 2019
What's it like on the inside
Before the day breaks?
Before your head aches?
You precariously hide
Sleeked
A blood orange lipstick smile

What's it like on the outside
After walking the street?
After feeling totally beat?
You notoriously cried
Streaked
As black graffiti on subway tile
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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