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Oct 2022
bright he lights the night
as a forest fire -
every tree ignites
smoky haze clogs the air
in a daze, she hogs the err

When he burns
low he's heavy
as a buffalo
and the pain of no
shadows her till the stars
grow dim
to numb the pain
she'd cut off her limbs
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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