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Apr 2020
It's not a place you can get to by a boat,
or a train.
It's far, far away. Behind the moon,
beyond the rain. *

I'm homeless in California. Everything's free.
I fly barely over the rainbow every day when
I fill my blood with ****** and die for a day
or so. I rise like Christ and feel the same pain.
*  -Dorothy to Toto
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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     Melanii and ryn
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