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Nov 2021
you used to wash all over yourself. And as
I melted I got smaller in your hands. I took
your dirt and ran down the drain. Till
all that was left of me was *****
water and poverty. You came
out clean.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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