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Apr 2019
to give you fertile ground to plant
your seeds. Maybe you’ve seeds of hope
and dreams. I’ll water them and shine

a rainbow prism of lights, colors magnified
for you. And we, you and I can go from there,
building rainbow bridges, stitching up the niches,

fixing up the glitches. We’ll scratch each
other’s itches. That’s how this works, you know.
You can’t do that with prose!
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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