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Jun 2020
again, for showing me. I’m
censored heavily. They don’t like
me to have a body. They don’t like

me to have a brain. I can post
flowers and sunsets. I can post food
and pets. I button my
lips as I do my clothes. I can't

expose myself to anyone. Only two
classes this world has -
for and against/black and blue. Go along

with the masses –
or cut out of the circle
for not fitting their mold.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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