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Aug 2013
So long ago the unresolved conflict
Her pain that makes my bomb tic
The guilty demon wakes within
As I revisit my shame again

Funny that you believe
I walked away and never grieved
I wish such could be true
In these nights I dream of you

Morals that itch beyond a scratch
Dream which summon my demons back
The unforgiven can never rest
Perhaps you dream, in peace I guess
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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