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Apr 2020
I can't swallow a bottle of pills.
   Who would pick up our dog's ****?
   Who'd feed and walk and calm him
   in thunderstorms? He needs me.
   My wife died. The center is gone.
   My worlds can't stay in their orbits.
   I weep at your grave with your dates
   in stone and small talk like always.
   You remind me of stuff I can never
   forget. We laugh out loud and cry.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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