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Dec 2012
It's safer this way,
If we don't talk.
If you won't listen
And I won't walk.
There's no leaving,
And no fighting
A perfect seeming peace
There's no passion,
And no loving
No sense of loss, or grief.
Just biding time,
'Til one more line
Writes my memory.
With all we've lost,
And all we've done
Reduced in clarity.
My god we once were lovers
Daring life itself.
Now we wait for life to die,
Because it's all that we have left.
Jon Martin
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Jon Martin  Wisconsin
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