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May 2016
Such an incredible deception
The many ways of the maze
The I've been this ways
And so this time bend that way
Through the contours of time
As it wears a map of straight lines
To where you're inclined
  But believe me when I drop this dime
It's only a map you'll find...

The stages of love are give and take
Such is the unveiling of our fate
Taken too many time to the brink
Sometimes the horse just refuses to drink
A broken slate yet once again clean
Is that what morality means?

The taste of death is in your mouth
From all those words you dare to shout
Come this way, go that way
Are you really afraid of doubt
What's all that noise really about?
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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