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Aug 2023
I cannot be heard.
All this violence
and what it has stirred.

A slow train to hell
that won't let me off.
I bang and I yell.
and ***** I quaff.

Pitted and hollow
wearing a suit of armor.
Singing as a swallow
I can be a charmer.

This pen is a mike.
Tape up my mouth.
Ink rolls like a bike.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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