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Oct 2016
I’ve been the object of pursuit
An actor in their minds
A blazing summer day at play
But they walked before my time.

They promised nothing in their flight
Made sure of all my doubts
Begged of me please stay away
Except on certain nights.

It seems sometimes I’d play my hand
With all my cards drawn out
Only to hear them say the game
Had no real meaning now.

But on the way I learned some tricks
And now define the reasons
Though the answers seem to stray
My soul is bent on healing.

Now I’d do it just the same
But I’d watch behind my back
“cause I’ve been stabbed on moonlit flights
And survived with just my dreams.

With you I’ve seen the shinning light
That glows with every season
Sending all who gaze our way
A message of our visions.

So walk with me and I will keep
All those things you treasure
Hidden safely far from pain
Without a lock or chain.
Joe Vice Jr
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Joe Vice Jr  atlanta
(atlanta)   
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   Doug Potter
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