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Sep 2010
The pain in me
From everything I see
And everything I hear
To me it seems
That your time with me
Is drawing near
The end

All of your words
And all of those phrases
That you murmured and moaned
Into my ear as our bodies
Were well drawn near
Look to be coming to none

One day in the future
Now appears
That is all it will ever be
And that you will never
Want to be only with
Jack Turner
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Jack Turner
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