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Feb 2010
there are many miles mounting up
but they crumble with your crowding touch
they tumble down the love i found
& stumble round on troubled ground.
as i struggled with the distanced love,
i was humbled by its nonexistence
you mentioned love but never meant it.
jerard gartlin
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jerard gartlin  69/M/Portland, OR
(69/M/Portland, OR)   
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