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May 2022
too intense. I was a moat,
surrounding his castle walls. And he
didn't have a boat to descend my falls.

He said I was
too colorful. I was a rainbow
after his rain shower. In green, red,
blue, yellow, and purple, a blooming
garden of flowers.

He said I was
too demanding. I was a plane
that he test piloted
into a crash-landing.

He said I was
too heavy for him. I was the dreadlocks
he opted to trim.
sandra wyllie
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