ODE TO THE DARK POET by Traveler

Aug 2014

Blood red are the dreams of the poet
Unable to run from the impending doom
He felt to scream but could only whisper
In a sea of despair he’s been consumed

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Traveler 62/M/Traverse City Mi.

(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)

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