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Apr 2020
Like Vincent my art's invisible
now but maybe future generations
will find fire in the night sky
and read my blood on the page
and know what life was like in
my time spinning on this marble.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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