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Jul 2020
Evil is at the door
Help isn’t coming
I slip out the back
now running
A positions I take
to survive

These state’s
in which we exist
Are temporary
Traveler Tim
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Traveler  58/M/Traverse City Mi.
(58/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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