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Nov 2019
Deceitfully innocent
She runs the show
Cordially manipulative
You'd never know

I do her bidding
To secure our roof's
All my worth
Wasted in youth
She holds my deed
She knows my truth
She hides my keys
My only proof

In paths of duality
I follow her down
I am her shadow
I make no sound
I am the hollow
Inside her shell
I am the fire
Burning like hell

Emptily I ride
And somehow get by
She tolls the rope
I never ask why
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Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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