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Mar 2012
when your breath
was against my skin
on my neck
my train of thought
became a train-wreck
derailed
like a spell
was put on me
i think i forgot to breathe
and my heartbeat
had forgotten me
and didn't care if
for a moment
i didn't think
clearly
he,
my heart that is
felt only bliss
not ignorance, no
but your kiss
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
(clarkston ga)   
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