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Jun 2020
I'm always hoping
without an ounce of it.
I'm always in love with
no waiting hearts.
I beseech the Almighty
without truly believing.
I'm just a ghost. A sheet
hanging to dry in a breeze
flapping about alive like
but just full of hot air.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
18
   irsorai
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