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Traveler Mar 2017
When your demon
Tried to shout
Your angel
Held it in
I could hear
Your whisper
Like a scream
Upon the wind
And so
Shall we make
This intellectual pact
May we never **** each other
With the words
Of matter fact
May we never
Hang a dagger
In fellow human's back
Surely for one of us
   The cards are holy stacked...
Traveler Tim

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