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Mar 2013
Got silken silver scratches etched deep into my ring,
their lascivious lines lick up and down like an ecg
they match the beat of my heart when with kisses i am carefree
It says surrendered but it's a constant act of surrendering
I twirl it in circles
I realize it is not a shackle
I realize that it is protection
That in its silver and ebony reflection
I see a more beautiful picture of the future of this thing
That where the esses sliver into scratches of black at their edges
i trace my faith, my face with my eyes  in introspection
and where the three ees travel in between the other letters on the ring
there on the surface, its purpose is surfacing
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
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