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Jul 31
Could the eloquent of words
impair me?
I see the meanings of what you’ve left behind..
The turmoil of your precious life.
Your sun and moon
by design..
Lie to yourself
in clever entries.
Surely you are the one
the gods envy!
TT
Wicked tongue Poetry
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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