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Feb 2010
i fall asleep
on fallen leaves
& call to all the long deceased
tell them of the swelling trees
that melted their roots next to me
& left me unexpectedly
anchored to their rancor seeds
where pain pours out in memories
down narrow bones with marrow mesh
& find their homes in borrowed flesh
& take full hold of my confidence
jerard gartlin
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jerard gartlin  69/M/Portland, OR
(69/M/Portland, OR)   
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