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May 2020
Your perfume on the pillow
    is the only thing you left.
    My life's taking on water
    I just want to drown all the pain.
    Things have a way of working out?
    Sommerville and Harvard Square,
    Mass Ave, Boston you were there
    your Aphrodite I ate my share,
    you naked in the public square.
    This is what I am, a broken man.
It was a Greek tragedy. I broke my life into pieces on purpose. It was like pulling the wings off of flies or drowning ducklings. It was the cruelty of clowns and monsters under beds and my uncles doing **** to innocents.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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     basil, anna, --- and Chuck Kean
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