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Feb 2010
how i long to lounge upon your lips
be the object of your gaze
you're an extension of my fingertips
as i try to solve your body's maze
but these are purely dreams alone
your beauty's far beyond & clean
so i shift focus to my homely bones
& suffer til structure can be seen
jerard gartlin
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jerard gartlin  69/M/Portland, OR
(69/M/Portland, OR)   
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