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Feb 2020
Quiet and alone snow crunches
  with my steps. I'm coming home.
  You wait. The fire in our bed.
  I'd go to the ends of the earth.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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