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Jun 2019
he made me
his little seed
and as such
it was then I became
unto his name
giving rise
I melted
overlapped
I pelted moonbeams
and gamma rays
fragments of
ice crystals
under his
fingernails
he tried to
shake off
as a dog does
when he’s
water-logged
and the beads
spread
until they’re
evaporated
he destroyed me
his little seed
before I grew
into a spore
and bore
my own
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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