March 2009
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Mar 29th
Surface
The rising river brings you To the surface, it Brings me to the surface. What we’ve built ‘round us Is washed away by the water Becoming another’s burden. He may see it twisted, splintered Letting it wash by; Or he may use it to build Something of his own. Either way, I can see you Now that we have surfaced. Kevin Tobosa
Mar 25th
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