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Dec 2020
This dank and dusty
hole in the old woman’s
cellar grown thin
and yellar.  Reeks of fish

or guests
that don’t leave. Moans of girls
that act tough
but don’t grieve.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
(56/F)   
56
   Born
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