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Apr 2020
She wears her red high heels.
   Dance, your hands love that woman,
   always swaying to her siren song.
   Go home at dawn and climb in bed
   with the owner of your heart and
   hold her flesh and blood to you.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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