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September 18, 2004
Waveland
Waves that move me
In and out.
Time of blue
and metal too.
Crashing currently smooth.
Get underneath feeling.
This is my morning.
This is my wake.
This is the way
to breath, to float, to guess, to know.
Posted by Joe Sepi at September 18, 2004 06:56 PM