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Feb 2021
a physical woman
******* point out
hips swing
eyes winking
curled up lips
bright lipstick
the golden highlights
in my hair
dance in the air
ballerina legs
flittering as wings
Ears filled of holes
dangling earrings

The *******
have nursed my babies.
The hips pushed
them out.
The eyes pinned
as they cried all night.
Lips singing lullabies.
Hair matted
in the tiny fists
holding on so tight.
Legs as rubber,
can't move
in morning.
Ears hearing them
sound asleep snoring.
Smile
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
(56/F)   
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