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Sep 2019
I’m numb
in a rage
next I’m locked inside my head
as a bird in a cage
I’m wistful
fitful
then I’m broken down
exposed
I’m morose
Gross
a cut-up
a joke
a scandalous wanton
a vagabond
a hoax
a yegg
dreg on the bottom
an ***
a sozzled ****
full of *****
most times
I do not know
who
or what
the ****
this is
a pixilated
titillating
enigma
is this
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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   Dennis Willis
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