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Apr 2021
as new cells grow in

broken branches
from the electrical storm

hair that’s cut off
fallen to the floor
swept up
tossed out
not part of you
no more

the cracked shell
after the chick
breaks out
that becomes debris
mixed in with the grass
and leaves

a banana peel
after he’s eaten
his fill

a miscarriage
named Sarah

friends

me
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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