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Jan 2023
hand
with fingers interlacing with mine
turn ****** and hammered in no time?
And ivory face
turn brightly redden in place?

How did this
morning
of sunshine, sweet sky
and robins
turn cold and overcast?
and how pray tell, so fast?

How did this
man
who smiled at me
lie through his teeth?
and without pause?
Just because
sandra wyllie
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