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Jan 2023
the hole in his plans
the broken brakes
his unzippered pants
the teeth didn't line up straight
a couple broke off
he looked like a jack-o'-lantern
wearing socks

I was a mirage
looking like paradise
in his garage
the crash and burn
bones and skull
now he's earned a room in hell
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
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