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Aug 2020
******'s sin is mine alone.
  She never understood her power.
  Bubble gum and puffy **** and
  I desired her perfect flower.

  Her mother died to save her
  but she saved me instead.
  I brought her to my bed for comfort,
  the night she finally bled.

  ****** floats wild on the wind
  her cheap perfume my seduction.
  She died birthing my sin and
  baptizing our *******.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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     Larry and Imran Islam
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