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Aug 2019
a net of illusion
a place meant for my feelings
never revealing
who am I
but who I
want them to think
I am
interweaving
bands of truth
stretching
pulling
like ***** hair
in a string bikini
covering
the central part
the black top
so, people can pick
the illusion
apart
but not I
the speck
the
.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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