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Oct 2010
i've been having trouble holding sleep
since she slowly fell in front of me
like the golden autumn leaves
but i couldn't rake her up
quite quick enough
her season change was make believe
because she found a more familiar tree

she left me W I D E awake
but god, i ******* dream.
for 3 never-ending days
we soared to heaven's reaches
but she collapsed into an early grave
& was buried by the weekend
so she could sleep amongst the roots
the devil keeps beneath him
wrote this a while ago but just now put her up here.
jerard gartlin
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jerard gartlin  69/M/Portland, OR
(69/M/Portland, OR)   
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