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Mar 2019
My insides color
my out,
through a window
of cut crystal.  
It gives me
great pleasure
to enter
the lips
of another.
I was made
to be drained.
So is the glass.
But the glass
is a selfish sort.
I, at least
share my port.
sandra wyllie
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