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Jan 2022
In the darkness of low vibration
obscured in the groundlessness of fears,
my shadows remained
far beyond the benevolence
of youthful years...

As I continue to lift to a higher octave
in the spectrum's of eternal growth
I leave behind blame and immoral conquests
that were ****** upon my soul!

Behold I make all things new!
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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