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 Nov 25 Jim Davis
Traveler
The story that you tell yourself,
is nothing more than a spell...
Spells can be broken.
The real you awaits,
the evolution of your soul.
Like a caterpillar the ego
must go.
Traveler
Flaunt your joy
Dig your sorrow
You have only today
Who knows 'bout morrow!
Candle by the sea
A sudden gust cuts us short
As Gloom turns to speak
This scar upon my hand
A, one time, hopeful plan

A promise left unkept
Now poison's my affect
 Jan 2022 Jim Davis
charles
1) a bookstore in May,

2) your apartment in Maine

3) an airport in spring

4) random chinese food place

5) my apartment (2nd floor)
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