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Mar 2019
Death Makes it Final
There’s no time left
No time to figure out
where we’ve gone wrong
No time to right this wrong
I’ll carry the stain with me
until my death
I’ll wear it for all to see
til my last breath
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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