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Apr 2015
With restless soul
I travel these roads
I long for a heart
Of solid gold

You got to be going somewhere to get lost
And so I'm only out here gathering moss
I sleep away in nocturnal gloom
When the darkness hides the hopeful moon

When the daylight comes
I'll break camp and go
Beyond the next ridge
Where nobody knows...
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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