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Jan 2018
A groan of growth
The true love sigh
Eyes that stare
And wonder why

Behold the life
That's in your midst
Through your fingers
It all can slip

And bring you down
Next to me
See I have lost
Two maybe three

Like the dog
That's once been fed
I'll keep coming back
   Until I'm dead...
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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