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Nov 2017
And here my blood is blackened upon the page
The loss of love extinguishes both passion and rage
Even RNA could never physically mend
The DNA of love that dies within...

He stopped loving her today...
Traveler Tim
Hay friends
This was only
An exercise
In creativity
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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