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Feb 2010
your sweet hot breath
the day you left
will linger in my mind
your sacred skin
the day you went
will reflect in my eyes
your pretty voice
will be the noise
i hear until i die
your gentle hands
in their tactile dance
will always hold my life
jerard gartlin
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jerard gartlin  69/M/Portland, OR
(69/M/Portland, OR)   
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