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Mar 2012
See,
You and I
It's impossible.

It is like imagining a new color:
That nobody else has seen.
Impossible.


Because we can only think,
only see,
that which has been previously thought or seen.
We can never be.
It's impossible.
I don't even know
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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