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May 2016
I'm not talking about me
How could I matter
Against the needs of the many
But you know?
You never really find
The truth you're looking for
And when it's all said and done
The doubt resides
In those obscure places
     Etched in the walls of your brain...
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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