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Nov 2023
in me before you were weak
at the knee. They were hairline
to begin before you were up to your
chin. The pieces separated

and broke off. Before I held water
like that of a trough. And now I am gushing
like a dam that collapsed. And even so,
after all this time lapsed!
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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