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Feb 2010
your eyes are like the ocean
& i'm dying just to drown again
to feel the gentle mental wind
of our vacant conversations
i'm speaking to keep you from leaving
or to deceive you from believing
we ever have to end
jerard gartlin
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jerard gartlin  69/M/Portland, OR
(69/M/Portland, OR)   
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