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Apr 2023
of my innocence.
Robbed me of my youth.
I can't unsee all I saw.
It’s planted in me/I'm the flaw.
Can't erase all I heard.
You can't make fly a dead bird.
Can't wipe clean all this,
with just a hug and a kiss.
Can't reshape the mold I grew in.
I can't glue back pieces broken.
Some were lost to men just joking.
I can't go back.
Can't move up.
I'm stuck.
sandra wyllie
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