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Mar 2013
my arm, maliciously stripped from fingertip to mid bicep of flesh, dripping blood, ragged and torn. I ****** it up into the air in defiance and victory, and in the spirit of this movement, the heart of it, my arm burst into an oak tree.
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
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