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Nov 2019
is my purpose.
I’ll spread it over
every surface
as fertilizer in a helicopter over
a bed of thorns.

My Story
is my pulse.
It beats throughout
my bloods.
Many it will repulse.
I’ll stop at nothing else –

My Story
is mine to give.
Take it as it is.
I’ll scream it so everybody
hears!
There’s something in it
for everyone who reads
it. It’s theirs.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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