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Oct 2022
Turned away,
No more say,
Just leave.
Deep red hues
Busting over hills.
Leaves pulled by rain.
Autumn tune of vibrant life
and dying all at once.
Train's whistle in distance.
No more words to say.
Just leave.
Let me be.
Let it be.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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