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Apr 2020
We met drunk at last nights party.
I thought we had a chance at love
You stayed the night. Strangers who
were broken over and over and found
common pain we shared, love of sorts.
We ****** the morning after hungover.
Will love thrive or wither on the vine?
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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