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Sep 2019
on a rope because there’s
a hole in the bottom of me with
a line cast inside to the core. And my hand
holds the bar I set for myself and

as I work myself up into
a lather, and dwindle in size over
time, until there’s more rope
than there is me. That’s when I hang

myself mercilessly.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
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