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Mar 2012
They never leave.



Always lingering on for days.



What causes something of this caliber to stay, when everything else lay ruin?



Corroded and decayed, a bloodland. flooded by despair and the laughter of humiliation.



Without haste it lunges forward.



Unexplained phenomenon.



Creeping along side the river bank in search of its next source.





What will it be this time?
Daniel De La Rosa
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