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Jun 25
I close my eyes real tight
so, it’s him I cannot see
and dive into my mind
make-believe
you are there
and when I scream
he thinks it’s him
that broke the rafters
and the beams
that woke the neighbors
soaked the sheets
and when I climb off
I lay back
and smile
and so does he
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  53/F
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