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Mar 2019
She shaped me
And molded me
As I laid numb
She stole my soul
An amount of gold
And of course
She had her fun
And now
The strings of my life
Dangle from her hands
I am but a piece of wood
Formed to be her man
Traveler Tim



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Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
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