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sandra wyllie
Poems
Nov 2021
I'm a Stone
My tears are dry
as a bone. I cried
many teardrops
that froze to my
face. They turned
to icicles and cut
as razor blades. I bled
out all the red myself
in bed. I turned
hard from the cold, as
the grass in my yard
under a blanket of
snow. I’ve dug
an impression none can
see. The sun doesn’t shine
on me. When you’re a rock
they look at you
as a mismatched sock. None
can tell I fought to grow
between the blades and bitter snow.
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