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Mar 2023
on her like butter
on top of hot bread straight
from the oven. Like silky thread
of a web. Ran off as a thief

after holding up the city
bank. Like a guppy after he
feeds in a large fish tank. He ran
off like rainwater from the

gutters. Like April snow on the outside
shutters. He ran off like a vulture
after feeding on the carcass. Ran off right
after that smoldering car kiss.
sandra wyllie
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