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Feb 2021
Your face, your smile, before my eyes
your voice constantly whispering in my ears
bewilderment, anger, despair, tears
resounding, repeating, needing release
sheila sharpe
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sheila sharpe  74/F/Kegworth
   Bogdan Dragos
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