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Mar 2014
As I read her piece of mind
I am mush upon her page
Lost within her lines of grief
Trapped within her rage

Still I read on
Her ink again spills red
In silence of lucidity
In a maze of heart felt dread

Yet time removes mind
With the darkening of day
Screens eventually time out
And attentions fade

The heart string
Is carefully enticed
With the realization
She's merely a function of my device
Traveler Tim
re to 04-17
Traveler
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Traveler  58/M/Traverse City Mi.
(58/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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