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Jul 2020
I gave you my heart but
    knew you couldn't keep it.
    I'm still expecting you to
    hold on to Love to a finish
    line that doesn't even exist.
    I set fire again and never look
    back. I smell the burning
    flesh. I hear familiar screams.
The burning flesh is mine alone.
The screams are in my head.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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     JD, --- and Maria Mitea
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