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Sep 2015
I won't play the victim,
my head is made of stone,
my feet are made of gravel,
this dirt is all they've known.

"Here lies a poet, lost in his own head,
not knowing hell from heaven,
nor life from being dead."
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
(clarkston ga)   
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