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Dec 2017
Oh blind me now
To the ways of sin
So that I may bind
Myself within
Rip it out
This heart of lust
Take away it's
Conditional trust...

Deafen my senses
To unaware
Cast my shame
Into the air
Ruptured
Drowning
In guilt's despair
Bring on the numbing
Of all my cares
.....
With a bottle of beer!
Traveler Tim
DRAFTY
Traveler
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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