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Mar 2012
Hills giving their way to
water-made soft room for
sails all caught up in fierce
wind from an old house where
we found one still-sleeping
wish walking quietly
blown down the rivers that
pumped through our
bodies now set free to
wander afloat upon
miles of
converging
unsuppressed
joy
Please comment and let me know your thoughts.
Samuel
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Samuel  26/M/Fremont, CA
(26/M/Fremont, CA)   
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