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Dec 2019
they twist
into a knot
and squeeze out
every
last drop
then complain
after
they’ve drained
everything

they’d take
my blood
if I gave them
a syringe
cut a hole
they would –
impinge
and lay me
out
have a laugh
after
they hacked
me
in /half
sandra wyllie
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