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Nov 2009
The sound of tears falling thru the air...
The heart-ache of heart-break and having no one there...

Heavy sediment lies deep...
My sentiment sometimes tortures me...

And the waves still crash, falling from my eyes...
And the moon still rises, affecting the tide...

Always one.
Always mine.
Matt Jursin
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Matt Jursin  37/M/Colorado
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