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Jul 2020
Come home now
Dear lost savants

You can't save them all
It's not what they want

Weaving webs of sticky persuasion
Venomous insinuations

Looking through the dark
Of what love really means

The distance between us
Mere words upon a wing

Come back
It's a birds eye view

You've been lost
And their waiting for you

Dear lost savants
Please return

The world out there
Will always burn!
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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