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Jan 2022
your lips
in soft satin
kisses till the tongues entwined
like roses on the vine

I covered
your lies
in cherry wine
till they left a port stain
on the bed frame

I covered
your screams
in chocolate-chip ice-cream
till the gallon emptied

I covered
your past
in a fossil
how's it possible that I
dug it up
under that much dust?
sandra wyllie
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