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Nov 2014
The conscience
Does not condone
The fate that
The future owns
So we breathe
Hope not to
Ever leave...
Some
Choose Not
To Shrink
From Death
Words
Lost to
Monstrosities
Sublime
Good times pass
Laughter echoes
Existence unwinds

I try not to feel
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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