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Oct 2018
The woods we wander through are never-ending,
over-extending our stay in search of eternal mending.

Can I find the truth?

Can I mature past the bloom of youth?

We all wander and create our own path,
a warpath with an inevitable eternal wrath.
J Robert Fallon III
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J Robert Fallon III  27/M/Texas
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