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Jan 2020
Staring into death's eye is final.
I have no need for secrets or guilt
or hate for anyone who ever hurt me.
Scars don't survive dead. Scabs on the
heart are delicate food for the worms.
Earth's a distant star where souls meet.
I'm a jar of ash on your mantle. You
think me alive until your turn to die.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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