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Apr 2019
The rain washes away these footprints
My tears wash away the time I spend trudging upon yesterday
I overturned every stone to collect what’s underneath
But all I collected was more dirt under my feet
And I stop and look back to where I was
But there are no footprints, only mud
sandra wyllie
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