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Feb 2020
like I pick the lint
off my clothes, sporadically
and intentionally.

I pick fights
like I chew gum, in wads
blowing big bubbles until it
gets hard and dry. Then I spit
it outside.

I pick fights
like I pick my nose,
stealthy, leaving
it bleeding and needing
a hanky to go!
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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