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Apr 2022
Spinning toward the future
At a slower pace.
Not able to leave the minute
That just seems to linger
With me longer than it should.
Takes so long to move down
The road when I moving at
My normal pace.
Something inside just not right.
Time needs to catch my moving mind.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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