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Mar 2019
Was I too perfervid -
Dazzling you as the sun in mid-afternoon
Did it leave you blind?
You prefer the pall of a midnight moon
Shorn of strength/forced to grind

Was I too esoteric -
Pulling you in opposite directions
Did it boggle the mind?
You prefer those pat connections
Shorn on time/so unkind

Was I too clamorous -
Bedeviling you with this wicked game
Taut as an angling line twined
You never will be quite the same
Shorn to yourself/ left behind
sandra wyllie
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