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Apr 2021
have broken off
not without
the jabs and jibs
I can’t live my life

infected from the splinters
under my skin
the speck in my eye’s
are bigger than my thighs

The jabs are *****
as the Boston Harbor
sharper than the blades
of a barber

I jib at pulling
them out
they are my teeth
and the scab -
my mouth
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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   Imran Islam
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