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Mar 2016
Don't talk to me
I won't talk back
Don't look at me
I won't look back
For I'm not here in the now
The reaper I had to allow
And out of the flesh I had to bow

So if you catch a glimpse of me
It's only my fleeting memory
My image in the mirror
Is only me trying to get nearer
To say one last time I love you
I so hope that you knew
And now you can see right through
But my ghost will haunt no more
I hope you find love, someone you can adore
Because I've danced through deaths door
For I have heeded the voices calling
And now I'm forever falling
I've thrown myself into the fire
My birth certificate has expired
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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       PJ Poesy, Puds and Pauline Morris
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