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Nov 2021
I know who you are
I see through your skin
the curious child home alone
oh how you’ve grown
not much has changed my friend

Ya I know…
I know where you’ve been…

No one comes late
it’s merely pure fate
many have staked their claim
spiritually trekking
brain heart connecting
coherent in the creativity game
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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