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Aug 2020
I can’t follow it. It runs on
fumes. And I consume the vapor
and lose myself in the
smokey air. It strips me

and disappears. But not
after grating me like a block
of cheese. But I’ve no sauce
to cling. I lost everything.
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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