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Feb 2010
now i'm stranded in the sand
deserted with my eternal curse
& the fact you never looked back
doesn't make the dirt disperse
drowning in the gathered grains
the rough remains of love exchanges
but each was just a dusty joke
like the broken lies you spoke
& so i should hate with all my soul
but god i couldn't miss you more
jerard gartlin
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jerard gartlin  69/M/Portland, OR
(69/M/Portland, OR)   
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