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Nov 2020
Spent my life
set up
in a alley
waiting for men to
knock me down
Dead White Weight
The β€œthud”
as I hit the ground

Spinning like the arms
on a clock
rolling around
even when my arms
are together
I'm under the weather
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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   Rain and Martin Bond
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