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Aug 2017
I'm a wanderer,
I have to out run the lonely thoughts,
not for rhyme or reason,
but for my sanity.

This life choose me,
I was afraid of the alternative
now I am just petrified.

The coldness creeps in
I was a father but never a son.
Your turn.
Written by
danny  29/M/Melbourne/Ireland
(29/M/Melbourne/Ireland)   
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   Walter W Hoelbling and ---
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