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Feb 2020
He hid in the bedroom I grew up in.
He showed Himself years later when
I visited my parents at 6 Alcott and
slept in my old bedroom. He was there
and made me wonder about all of it.
I put him in my shaving kit and
kidnapped our savior. He haunts
me in my cups every night. I hold him.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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