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Jun 2019
for signs of life
line after line
some fall
some rise
but in the end
they always die

I keep checking
for homes
to place them
some haven’t any
two a place to lie
but in the end
they always die

I keep checking
the numbers
as if they were stock
and every point off
makes me scoff
as to why -
in the end
they always die
sandra wyllie
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