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Dec 2017
And when I hide
It's not from you
It's from beneath
I've been exhumed

Before the sheaves
Were gathered in
I faced the fire
That has no end

And there before
The thrown of lies
I was pulled back
From where I died

To be with you
We've traveled far
Exhumed and now
A burnt out star
...
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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