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Sep 2017
My soul is silent
It hardly makes a peep
It is out there in the shadows
With the darkness that it keeps

Forward motion
This inertia of time
One more gravity field
Holding me inside

Touch and go
My emotional flow
I look to the stars
To find my way home

You wonder why
I look to the sky
There's something
Way more beautiful
   On the other side...
Traveler Tim
HP 14
Traveler
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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