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Feb 2020
We
I look in my mirror and talk
to the old man staring at me.
Why are you smiling? Death
is not far away. We wasted
our best years. We chased
her and lived in bars and
racetracks and funerals of
broken souls just like us.
We keep smiling and tuck
another Ace in our sleeve.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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