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Jan 2019
I have not faced
your cold stare.
You can’t be traced.
Please come here.
These words get laced,
entangle and snare.
So, this I based
my deepest fear.
I acted in haste.
So, I bear
a life that’s chaste.
It’s not fair.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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   Noonwine
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