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...for Virginia
Floating under the surface,
stones weighting her body,
gremlins and goblins
are hobbling her soul.
Images jar,
memories jostle,
her compass is gone
yet she's in full control.
Full to o'erflowing,
her faculties failing,
she's one with the fishes,
at last she is whole.
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