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Mar 2023
happened how would I
I write? My scars are my
sight. If nothing occured I wouldn't
matured.If nothing set me off

I'd not lift off the page. I'd not
engage an audience. If nothing ever
jostled me, although I'm sozzled I'd
nothing to speak.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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   Christine Ely
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