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Jun 2020
I was in a box the size of memory.
  A field of wildflowers I gathered
  to my heart. They were warm and
  your scent. I wept at your grave.
  We danced. We ******. We laughed.
  We slept in your grave. We died.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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