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Jul 2021
of eyes
that can see
a peony
from poison ivy
and hold it close
to so breast
and with eyes
caress

I yen for a clean set
of ears
that can hear
a harpsichord
from nails
on a chalk board
and dance to the notes

I yen for a clean set
of lips
that can string
a song
from a holler
sing the beauty
without a collar
take a cracked, dried frown
turn it upside/down
sandra wyllie
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