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Feb 2018
It is but a blurry spot
Off to the side on my being
All that hell that your not seeing
It’s there in a hunk of tired flesh
Grey matter of all I am left
Lesions worn in harder times
I have strayed in shadows
And cross the lines
Of no return
No recovering
From the blurs
Eternity hovering

Causing me
To be thankful
To be Alive!
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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