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Jan 2022
I cried enough
nights to drown
in my sheets, so, I made
a swimming pool from my head
to my feet.

I cried enough
brine to salt the roast beef. So,
I invited some friends over
for the feast!

I cried enough
tears, so I built me a raft
to sail to the end of this world
and back.

I cried enough
over him, never to let myself
be a victim again.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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