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Apr 2021
It was better than moonlight.
It was better than birds singing in morning.
It was the sweetness of youth.
It was to be a wonderful memory.
But is was truly nothing.
It was soon forgotten.
It was never forgiven.
It was just a mistake.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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