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May 2019
Different - tormentor of my dreams...
They are perfumed from unseen streams...

Deep into that darkness waiting...
What could there be more purely debilitating???

Deep into the darkness stranding...
All my soul within me misunderstanding...

That moment my soul grew crying...
I'm still trying and never dying...
Lisa Pospisil
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Lisa Pospisil  50/F/Missouri
(50/F/Missouri)   
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