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Mar 2020
You bring the casket and I'll
     bring the corpse. Wear black
     and arrive drunk on love.
     We'll drive a Hearse to the
     graveyard and howl at a full
     moon until the 6 foot hole
     demands its sacrifice. We put
     her in easy and sprinkle dirt
     with a prayer and send her away.
     We finally buried the past.
Ghosts can linger too long and keep you from moving on into a new life. Bury the past.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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