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Oct 2019
in only a moment
it takes.
Someone ends up crying.
This wretched heart
knows not
its part.
Sadly, so  complying.
By God is it time
we're only buying?
Abandon me,  forsaken?
After such a arousal
you have waken.
And then to leave it stranded!
Does one not see
what you have abandoned?
Callous, cold in time you fold
you ended up taken back.
As old your soul dies, decrepit
I’ve kept it
here with mine
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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