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Dec 2014
When we laugh
We forget ourselves
Resentful hearts
Collecting dust
On life's shelf
The shining of our souls
Fails to illuminate
The black still buried
In our pockets
In time care will fade back to gray
If you recall
You lost me somewhere along the way
Silence overtakes me as the song ends
Soon enough
Restless heart's shall grow resentful
Once again...
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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