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May 2020
As I ascend to the heaven of her shot
  I think of your taste and smell and
  almost get an *******. Blood flows in
  veins of her creation. I almost love
  you more than ******. I did in rehab but
  it seems so long ago now we die together.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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   Jayne E and MS Anjaan
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