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Dec 2012
I can't bear the weight
Of all these things inside.
The rivers made of all the tears,
That I still haven't cried.
The dreams that haunt my longing
The fears that I can't see,
The mountains all are lain to waste,
And all that's left is me.
Jon Martin
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Jon Martin  Wisconsin
(Wisconsin)   
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