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Dec 2022
Every man is a stonewall. It's beneath me
to crawl inside their cracks,
slide as a sliver under the *****.

Talking to the wall is like squatting
in a bathroom stall. Nobody sees
you. And whatever you say is flushed away.

The stone wall surrounds
my house. Growing in the gardens,
blocking my spouse. I don't have

a foothold to climb this mountain of rock
up to the sky. The harness is broken.
The ropes are untied.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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