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Jan 2021
Not all love is lost as time can't heal all wounds.
   Lust has no use for time beyond a fortnight. It withers.
   Keep your heart under lock and key but your knees apart
   for my midnight wine stoked visit to your sacred chamber.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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