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Dec 2022
in leather tattered shoes
weathered smiles cloaked in *****
taped this mouth shut just for men
a floating wonton in soup for them
tried to fit into their circle
tried as white, but painted purple
grew flat standing in the crowd
felt as **** dropped and plowed
surrounded by ***** hands of many
headless scanty red little penny
the only way for the woman to shine
is to step out of this dotted line
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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