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Sep 2015
I opened a door
Immoral and vile
Less than the blink of an eye
She embraced her wild
In needles and ******
And bent steel spoons
I left her there
In her anti-social doom

So long ago
When immortality ruled
The rush of madness
That we pursued
Lost like rats
In city walls
Chasing death
Until we fall...
Some of those addicts
Will never have the will to cure their minds and souls.
Perhaps they lack what we have.
Traveler
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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