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Apr 2016
Worthless words
In wasted ink
Nowhere thoughts
Are all I think

Shall I map
This living mess
From death to birth
From cursed to blessed

As I write of love
Slipped through my hands
With every word
This heartbeat ******

To relive the past
In a flowery array
What worthless words
Would I convey ...
Traveler Tim
re to 04-17
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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