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Dec 2013
rapture from my wrist
cold steel clinched in tight fists
not now, but maybe if it slips, if it slips
why can't i touch your lips? Whisper,maybe dance,
with a twist, with a twist
maybe a chance, maybe a kiss,
but for what, for this?
would i wreck it, all ive missed
for you? maybe once.
but not tonight, not with a tryst.
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
(clarkston ga)   
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   Tearani C
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