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Apr 2016
Thick ticked scratches crash across all silhouettes
Flickers of faces and vestiges of voices,
Who aren't quite people yet.
Rustle the pages, turn as I write
Blistering, shimmering, radiantly white.
Nothing to nothing,
It comes and it goes.
Traces,and ages,
And nodbody knows.
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
(clarkston ga)   
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