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Nov 2019
Many seasons ago
Where I slid down
She winked my way
Like a faker would

Took hook and sinker
Then followed her
As she pulled me
By a fishing line

Into a white room
Feeling two hums
She spun me around
Falling into her

A red filled tub
That stained us both
Sent me to take
Into running long

Until this very day
She still remains
In my spotted skin
Like a memory
Written by
Francisco A Ojeda  54/M/South Florida
(54/M/South Florida)   
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     --- and Carlo C Gomez
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