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Jun 2020
My life is smoke from years ago I
can't remember with clarity.
The feelings are sharp as razors.
I miss everyone and everything.
******* my lap was fire in my ****.
I'm still in love with that poker card
with my first time you know what.
I miss time past. I'll miss time wasted.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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