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Borrowed from the sun
Magnetic beams Coalesce
Charismatic soul
 Jul 2020 Frank Russell
Traveler
Evil is at the door
Help isn’t coming
I slip out the back
momentarily
compromised
now running
A positions I take
to survive




These state’s
in which we exist
Are temporary
........
Traveler Tim
I can't fit
in your
pocket,
that kind
of love
is too
much.
Such a
dreamy
coffin,
when all
I wanted
was
your
touch.
When you're not here

Is missing you half the fun

Or half the pain?

Either way

My love is with you

Whether I am there or not
A special day; have
a drink on me, if you can.
I've had enough, thanks.
#grateful
Keep me from saying
What I feel
Let me keep it
Buried inside
Crashing into
Skeletons of long ago
Take my pen
Let me bury
my thoughts
So I can
Keep my dignity
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