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Jul 2013
"I wish" she said, but I really never thought about it.
If she could read my thoughts, she'd melt in compassion's bliss, perhaps she'd know how bad I missed, the kiss I seek in vain, who can survive such rain and still maintain, I place no blame to that which I can not explain. But, yet what's with all the hate? Leave me to my tragic fate, *******.
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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