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Feb 2022
You knew this was it.
There you are, still,
Subject of my quest.
Have come to know you
In and out.
Seeing scars as I make my own.
Leaving me to guess.
Silently giving.
There for me.
Generous person,
When done,
Dispatched.
The gift of knowing you
Lingers with me.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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