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Apr 2017
I wasn't the only one
Perhaps you've seen it too
Or felt the vacuum void
Of life that's been
Consumed

Or even heard
The voices moan
Woven in time lapse
Without ever a warning
Compass or a map

Shadows gather
Black and grey
The place where
Entropy itself decays

ApproachingΒ Β 
The netherworld
My vision
Starts to fade
Have you ever
Caught a glimpse
Of what's
Beyond the grave?
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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