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Feb 2021
looked as a mountain
with hairy legs. I begged it
to stop tramping on my
living room floor. It grew

large as the zit
on my forehead. People are talking
at the sebaceous gland. It has an eye
and a black pupil in

the center. I can pop a zit. But I
can’t pop a shadow. I can squash it
with my foot if I’d moved. I’d have to
walk up to it. And seeing my hands

running down with sweat and the *****
of my feet soaking wet makes my
head swirl as the dust does dancing

on my floor. Is this a dust
bunny? It’s funny I’m scared of
a rolling ball of hair!
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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