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Oct 2013
Why
To have
To hold
To watch as we grow old
Give me a blanket
Now I'm cold...

My  breath fades
So I crawl
Tired of change
so I stall
The wait
Blinds me
I left my heart
Behind me

Don't come this way
A voice
Would  say
Yet upon this
Bed I lay...
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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