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Jun 2022
in my living room. But you’re
living in the room of my head
every night as I go to bed. You’re
not here to hold. But I hold

you in my very soul. You’re not
here in body. But I embody you in
all I do. You're not here to touch
me. But you touch me in memory.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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