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Nov 2021
In a place where entropy collects
my memories of youth
are barely left.

In a deep shiver
I shutter to search
my issues of trust
and limited worth.

There in my program
in bold letters it says
β€œYOU CAN NOT ESCAPE”
the damages left…
But!
The curtain is closed
on the stages of yesteryears
as we rewrite our scrips
take the wheel and stir!
Traveler
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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