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Nov 2019
Fine Lines
We pay our debts
Sometimes
Empty-handed
We walk a fine line
Nothing is the way
It’s supposed to be
I still love her
She don’t love me.
TT
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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