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Jan 17
We are paradoxical
In nature
Positively charged
Negatively grounded
We all can be quiet
Pleasantly unpleasant
When resisting becomes aggression

As cowardly unsung hero’s
Our absence is persistent
Who could contain
the vastness of our existence?
Don’t bottled it up in a broken heart
Like the Tin Man for instance
Hiding behind such fancy words
Our identity becomes missing

Oxymorons all of us
As we shift from our left to right
We find our balance in between
Our shadow selves and what is right
Traveler
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Traveler  58/M/Traverse City Mi.
(58/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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