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Jul 2021
Not once, but twice.
It is drawn back.
Redirected and swung forth.
Hitting the target,
He takes a step back
To gaze at the hole left.
His notice given.
His aim taken.
His whim fulfilled.
Nothing but a blank open.
Left alone to contemplate
What should have been.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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