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Oct 2018
There is no running
From such crimes
The witness is always
Behind these eyes
The guard dogs barking
In your paints
Is a simple warning
In advance
I'll pillage your loven'
As I rapture your flesh
And I'll always return
For what ever's left!
Traveler Tim
spontaneously written
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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