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Aug 2019
is in my right shoe, and that I got
my coat on backwards so it feels
like a straitjacket. My shirt is turned
inside out. So now when I walk

around the tags sticking
out. One could say that I’m a
total mess. One could say that I
I haven’t gotten anything right

yet. It’s a hard life walking around
with everything in the wrong
places. Feels like my shoelaces
are tied together. So, I trip as soon

as I get up. But I still got that
loving touch. And even if I must crawl
on all fours like an animal it doesn’t stop me
from proceeding to the beginning of the line.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
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