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Apr 2021
I hold it in the light
Tiny rays shine through
I rest it on my hand
No one sees, but me.
I will not share.

I rest it close.
I pull it off and never will I tell
what is and isn't.
I put it in the drawer
safe from sight.
Put away.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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