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Aug 20
Not sure what you expected.
Promises made, never lived.
Tell me who I was to you.
Was I just a mirror?
A reflection of your fascination
with your own thought of self.
The glory of you.
Salt air has tarnished my metal.
Your reflection no longer shows.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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