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Sep 2023
How dare they should determine what come next?
Chaos agreed upon then pardoned when there nothing left.
Daily I retreat to my wisdom’s core, calmly deep in nature I can breathe once more.
In this matrix I feel less than complete, everyone I know seems fast asleep.
With eyes wide open I can hear our heart beat, I push forward in the beauty of finally flying free!
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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