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May 2020
The summer of love broke vows and
choked promises from our throats.
I grew my hair and quit robot jobs.
I wore carpenter jeans and earth shoes.
I ****** and called it love and loved
and called it *******. I'm always leaving.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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   Vicki Ann
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