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May 15
Surely the end is always near
When life becomes a disease,
death is the only cure
Sooner or later
all we loved will disappear
But you know
it’ll all still be here
all those things in life
we foolishly fear.
TT
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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