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Feb 2022
gold
when it was
glitter dust
I was sold on the love
when it was only
heavy lust

I saw
a hero
riding a steed
but it was a coward
not taking the lead

I saw
castles
but they were made
out of sand

I saw
a friend
lending a hand
but as I was broken
off he ran
sandra wyllie
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