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Sep 2020
A cup I fill with coffee in the morning
  or with wine in the afternoon til' sleep.
  A needle she fills with magic potions
  that make her many ghosts for pleasures.
  A razor that calls like sirens from rocky
  shores to slash a vein and join her chorus.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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