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May 2020
They always look torn to shreds
and halfway to dead but never
die. They gather like clouds and
demand attention and food.
They **** on your suit and hair
but pay you no mind at all.
Acme
Written by
Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
15
   Thomas W Case and Eloisa
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