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Apr 2020
I'm a poet. My job is to drag your heart
   kicking and screaming through your past
   reminding you of kindnesses and cruelties.
   Against my wall blindfold and last cigarette.
   Truth is my weapon. There is no confessional.
   We're naked and always ugly in our own light.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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