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Jul 2021
growing fungus in my *******
a sight not seen
you made me  itchy and unclean
in the dampness of undress
you left me a mess
red and hot
you stuck as glue
to the azure and crimson hue
a stain that none saw
but I wore
in a pompadour
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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