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Feb 2020
I managed a tear at the viewing.
My heart is a piece of coal.
I'm not a sociopath but I don't cry.
I wear black and bow my head
in prayer when it's called for.
She was my mother and she died.
I carry her casket to her grave
and wonder why I wept for my dog.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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