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Apr 2020
I've run a thousand miles at least.
Am I running to or from I wonder?
Am I chasing youth? Do I run from years?
I run from promises I made and I run
to lovers to make more pinky swears.
I'll chase Her until I die in your heart.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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