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Nov 2020
The sea breeze touches my parted lips
My parched throat longs for water
My aching body hurls itself on the shore
The spinning shoreline suddenly darkens
As if the hounds of hell ascended
It's insensate, paralyzing screams penetrate the sky
Her eyes are the first green I see
They permeate my body
And she closes her arms
Around me, lifting me to the crying heavens
The fish will always swim beneath
Splashes of Surreal
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Splashes of Surreal  25/M/New Delhi, India
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