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Feb 22
How deep can it go?
Cover what is felt.
Nothing weeps.
Nothing known.
Nothing really said.
Stiff with soft silence.
Just a name.
Cause you never knew.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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