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Aug 2022
a lemon chiffon
but as time went on
you grew sour
every drop I squeezed ****
no more a la carte’

I thought you were
a sunflower
a golden bright tower
but you were only a dandelion
killing the grass
I was lying on

I thought you were
a red and orange butterfly
gifting me with wings to fly
but you were sadly a moth
that flew off
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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