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Jun 2020
I'm sleeping in the guest room tonight.
  Why can't you be my centerfold from '75?
  I heard your voice from the womb and now
  it has a cruel pitch and it's not enough.
  You screech at my mistakes. I curse you for
  yours. We both swim in the same cesspool.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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