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Aug 2019
is always available twenty-
four/seven. The guy with
the blue cap, is the chap I go to
when the go-to people are gone,
when they’re feeding
their egos or lawns or off
on their month-long vacations,
when I’m starved for affection
and silently raging. I just need
someone to hold me,
wipe my tears and give me
their time without
the clock as a prop
ticking away at every word
that I say. For cheap I can get high
without an appointment san eggshells
or taking a chance coddling old men
that need suspenders to hold up
more than their pants.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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