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Mar 2014
And here i am, sitting in a baptist church
the night after i let myself go
the picture of the in-between

But she says she'd swear
if i wasn't so religious
I came to church high
all the time (not this one i didn't)
I am not high.
So, there must be some substance to what she sees.
I am at peace.
I woke up talking to Jesus and thinking of his love,
but in the form he has given me,
for another, for others

I have been talking to god even though I've been gone.
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
(clarkston ga)   
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   victoria and Catrina Sparrow
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