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Mar 2020
When red is all I see
I **** my pen and let it bleed
woes, curses, miseries
This world is built
on envy, hate and greed

When love I aim to feel
I playΒ guitar
upon my hill
Looking down on
the desperately broken
for someone to put
myΒ last hope in
.................................
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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