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Feb 2016
As many as the stars
Who could ever count the scars
Left on the shadows of time

Caught in mind traps
That part of us naps
And away our liberties pine

Blessed be the meek
Such superstitious freaks
How lovely the stars
In their eyes

Blessed be the tides
That crash on my mind
In pictures I just can't define...
Traveler
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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