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Apr 2020
Nature's fierce ****** finally spent
  we dare to leave our caves and stare
  at her debris. Neighbors in pieces by
  we don't know what. Picasso painted all
  of it years ago...madness on a canvas
  in our streets among us living dead.
  How can we explain it to the children.
  How can we sleep with the nightmare?
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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   Carlo C Gomez
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