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Jan 2014
I finally got up
out of bed
to wash my face and get a drink
my throat was dry
i couldn;t think
i could taste the salt that ran down my face
my eyes, sea green
perhaps to reflect the turbulent waters beneath
I felt like the sea.
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
(clarkston ga)   
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   Tearani C and PrttyBrd
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