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Jul 2019
I told him my dream –
a room within a room
67 dollars
for 4 minutes
he looked serious
it was my father
I sat on the couch
because last session
the chair farted
it was good for a laugh
but not much else
I don’t take myself seriously
these days
I dissociate with *****
and play music
on my laptop while
I’m stringing out
another line
and sending it out
for more rejections
heck
I’m use to them
said I was born in 65
that would make me 2
in 67
that’s when
“it happened”
but neither of us
knows what “it is”
only that it ****** up
my life for sure
that is
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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