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Feb 2017
Shaking hands
Demanding attention
Twitch of dread
Arms violently ****
Then the hands
Turn to bugs
Then the arms
And finally
A pile of bugs
Fall to the floor
Running in every
Possible direction
Because
  I want more...
Traveler Tim
No bugs
Got left behind



P.S.
More out of life.
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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