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Nov 2019
To and fro I travel
Yet I find no place to rest
My heart is but a shadow
Darkness with a breath

Home is but a memory
As I lay upon hard ground
And dream of ancient glories
When I was once renowned

Now I am forgotten
Demonized by lore
Cast into a hell dimension
Just beyond life's door...
Traveler Tim
I wrote this laying on a hard mattress in the joint
with 17 year held over my head. I end up doing the whole 17.
Traveler
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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