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May 5
Low
slapping my face
in the ***** cracks
of a broken vase

I fell so
High
knocking a buttered sun
out of the cornflower sky

I fell so
Far
passing a naked moon
through a fallen star

I fell so
Near
tearing a jagged hole
in my crimson lace brassiere

I fell so
Wide
there wasn't a place
anywhere safe to hide

I fell so
Narrow
dying from the sting
of a poisonous arrow
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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   DENNY R ALLISON
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