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To and fro I travel
Yet I find no place to rest
The hardened heart
Grows colder
Bleeding less and less

Yet as I lay
Upon hard ground
There's a lack of comfort
To be found

Still my restless spirit
And my hungry heart
Beckons me to worlds afar...
Traveler Tim
2014

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