Poem: Old bubbles rising to the surface
Old bubbles rising to the surface
clarity of identity,
old one fading away.
For now i just want to shut up
I will see you later.
~ Betsy ~
10/25/13 10:55 am
Poem: Old bubbles rising to the surface
Old bubbles rising to the surface
clarity of identity,
old one fading away.
For now i just want to shut up
I will see you later.
~ Betsy ~
10/25/13 10:55 am
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