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Feb 2010
you're dead.
you were murdered
during the third birth of my head
at first it hurt but then dispersed
& turned into regret
i made you an orphan from
the water source inside my eye
drained it dry & drown you now
you found out how to die
& eventually
you'll essentially
be erased from my memory
i'll ***** you out & shove you down
til your touch is just a skin disease
jerard gartlin
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jerard gartlin  69/M/Portland, OR
(69/M/Portland, OR)   
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