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Nov 2015
Run with the wild
Oh inner lost child
Flee 'till your heart's on the brink

Travel the stars
From the dash of cars
Hold your breath not to blink

Stellar waves of rhymes
Crashing through time
Abandoning ships once we sync

The eye within our minds
So bloodshot sublime
On the thin ice of a galactic ice rink...
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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