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May 2019
even after
the broken trust. You’ve chased me
around this room. Screams
so LOUD the dust couldn’t settle. It
flew out the window. When we were
d
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to
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l
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t
h
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s
youstuckthemtogether
to create a kaleidoscope from broken
umbrellas that got turned
inside out
from the air in my mouth.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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