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Jan 2022
for walking all over
me. I can only see the bottom
of your feet. The impact has
laid me flat as the mat
outside your door. I’m not curled
into a ball that you can throw
around. I'm thick as the ground.

Thank You
for lying. I’m not weeping. All my
teardrops have dried into splinters on
my face. I’m a porcupine. If you step
near me you’ll have a face of spines
that’ll debase.

Thank you
for breaking the pedestal
I have you on. The crash has made
me strong. The landing was a long
ride. But took the trash out with the tide.

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sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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