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Jun 1
Who needs dreams to tell us
what we already known
A bunch of big fat loser
with big fat pots of gold

We are either living in some past
or waiting on some future
Addicted to destruction
Mother Earth abusers

Dreams are the confession of the soul,
now just let them go!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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