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Jul 2
will blind me
with their cheshire smile
or cut me down to fit
like red mosaic tile

No One
will have me drunk
on whiskey lime words
salted tongue in my ear
then cage me like birds

No One
will seep
into the folds of my skin
burn my butterflies
or make my head spin

No One
is all
that they seem
to while those green years
on rivers of dreams
sandra wyllie
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