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Jan 2019
I sought to find
The root of all these impairments
Causing the misfiring of our souls
Not a single time or faze "but"
A place where nobody knows

And there hidden beneath the nothing
I could only take a guess
Perhaps we're simply spores
On a piece of moldy bread...
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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