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Mar 2018
"I walk these cold empty streets at
night,
Without knowing how to make itΒ 
right,

As you sleep in your warm
bed,
I can't fathom how to make it
ahead.

Will you know I wandered
past,
Ponder it as you break your
fast?"
Ted
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Ted  30/Other/Desolation
(30/Other/Desolation)   
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