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Mar 2023
Creeping from the depth;
brushing over trembling heart;
Sensation of trepidation
rests upon the sleeping mind.
Eyes shut attempting to block
The known to remain unseen.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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