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Dec 2021
hung
as a pendulum
and swung as so
side to side
of all my woe
till I let go

My head
is thread
as if sewn on
and unraveled
to some man’s song

My head
is weaned
as if sliced
from a guillotine
weaned of all smiles
and laughter
no sweet kisses
thereafter
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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