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Jun 2020
What beautiful madness is discovered
  cleaning up after the dreadful dead?
  The living feast on sin's delicious
  offerings but we don't hide our sins
  because we always expect one more day.
  Loved ones hide our failings in hearts.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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