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Nov 2014
Perhaps I'd fade
From myself run
Giving no excuse
Of what
I've done
Roadblocks
Distorted mind
Hope gets lost
In design
I wait
I wish
But can't seem
To bury
This
gift
These parts
Float aloft
Perhaps
I'm
Forever
Lost
Traveler
Written by
Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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