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Jan 2014
I touched her sadness, I felt to cry
A mere spark of empathy remains
If only tears would fill my weary eyes
Yet short is my emotional pain...

I dreamt a dream that broke my heart
And cried like the pouring rain
But when I awoke my pillow was dry
In darkness my sorrow remains...
Traveler
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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