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Nov 2014
Invisible hands refuse my flight
Oh how I long for the wicked night
Yet time slips away no adrenaline flow
Killing me slowly starving my soul

Once I burned in passion bliss
To kick the bucket beyond the list
Experience gathered of blind ambition
To live forever without a mission

In an unknown space between the lines
Where gathering secrets erode the mind
I lived and lost the path of lies
No longer can I just survive...
Traveler Tim
Re-po to Dec 2, 2016
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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