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Sep 2020
behind his back
to his feet
to tarter black
to his teeth

His hands are tied
into a pretzel
knotted and twisted
like hammers
not quills
he stammers
pounds
and drills

His hands are tied
like a lullaby
he falls asleep  
he cannot say why
he only weeps
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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   Aslam M and Patrick
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