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Dec 2011
It keeps expanding
like a rubber band.
It's ever entrancing,
but it's getting out of hand.
There are too many.
It's harder to conceal,
and it's getting confusing.
How can I say what I feel
when there will be nothing but refusing
from all of them?
DeAnna Sandoval
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DeAnna Sandoval  TX/MA
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