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Mar 2010
i'm always working for the weekend
& weakened from always working
& feeling worthless for returning
every morning
(bright & early)
& i wonder why my ribs are hurting
because my little felon heart
is rioting in his ivory prison
restless with the repetition
of this life that i call "living"
jerard gartlin
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jerard gartlin  69/M/Portland, OR
(69/M/Portland, OR)   
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