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Oct 2023
Head forward
with stretched neck;
Was I that wicked?
Was I that lost?
Just swept up in youth;
Now under deep blue;
Was I my own undoing?
Is this payback?
Gulping blue
In deep swallows.
Lost from myself.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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