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Aug 9
I’m not mixed nor am I pure
I’m but an image in a mirror
As a conscious ghost
I’ve come to host
These flesh and bone sensations
Spirit trapped in skeleton
Oneness on vacation..

I share my pleasure
I hide my pain
I’ve traveled far
Through wind and rain
To be here now
With you
A utopia of truth!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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