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Nov 2019
doesn’t uplift me. It just
scrunches and compresses
my ******* in a limited
space with wires and hooks
in place.

My Stilettos
don’t uplift me. Although
I appear taller when I have
them on. I feel that much smaller
when I take them off.

My Smile
uplifts me because it’s always
something I wear. It’s not restricted
by anything. I never take it off. It’s
the first thing I see in the morning!
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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         Carlo C Gomez, Bogdan Dragos, ---, TW Rice and ---
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