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Mar 2017
When my rage finally settles
I go searching for somewhere quiet
To calm the madness of my chaotic world
Delusion is such a well-balanced diet

When I dream I dream in color
Dark rainbows fill my velvet sky
When I laugh my tears are crimson
Touched by pain I hold inside

My pagan heart shields deception
From a judgmental godly mind
The craft spins upon the alter
Blessed like water turned to wine

No false hope to claim the throne
In a world that I must own
Just a magic spell to soothe my hell
Oh, how long must I stay ******?
Traveler Tim
HP 11-14
Traveler
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
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