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May 2020
in my glass
because it salted my drink
and dissolved in the liquid
like octopus’ ink

I cried
in my hands
because his hands are busy
wiping up the tears of so many
I grew dizzy

I cried
by myself
because people cannot stand to hear
a grown-up woman
shed so many tears
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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     Carlo C Gomez, anna burns, ---, Ije and Shrika
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