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Dec 2020
There is a depth to her wild, untapped.
A poetic spring over-flowing with potential.
Pain surrounds her, though it's a process she endures.
For goodness sake.
The stories shared are incomplete.
Not waiting for anything
She knows it is too late.
All for goodness sake.
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Jessie  40/F
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