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Oct 2021
Indeed my dear friend,
I can see your skin is gold…
I’ve no need to hold that in consciousness,
the human spices is what I know.

Life’s Loki is only having fun
still the father love’s everything we’ve done
Justifying our misfit wayward archetypes
everything in the shadows
is always brought to light
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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