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May 2014
I long for
What's to be
Empty still I...
Hell
Let it bleed!
Don't know the words
"And in the end"
Like some Rolling Stone
Or Beatles
Or so many
Extensions
Life is just awesome
And I am indeed free
****
That joint I smoked
Must have cured
My Misery!
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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