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Apr 2020
He mourns all the anonymous souls
   buried randomly in the potters' field.
   How do we become that distant from them?
   He has tears enough for the entire world.
He is us if there's a chance for redemption.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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     ryn, --- and Melanii
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