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Apr 2020
When I lose my way will you be my conscience?
Show me the errors of my ways. I'm pulled
into dark places and tight spaces. I drink potions
and eat from sinful women and break in two.
The worst is I love it all and kneel on broke knees.
I still smell her and like a wolf want more.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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