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May 2020
No trace left that I ever lived
My only friend The End

The apocalyptic truly gives
To those who begin again

I don't need no Lake of Fire
I don't fear no Dragon

I walk with Frodo from the Shire
And drink from Strider's flagon

Watch me now, I'm all shook up
Mine eyes hath seen the glory

When I die I think you might
Hear my lover's story

               Florida is for me.
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
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