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Aug 2013
Water; the pure blood
of the earth tickles the rocky shores,
liquid congregation on the beach.
Race, religion and creed are forgotten
on the beaches of Dahab.

People are living,
an empty police station devoid
of lawmen--
they're swimming with people in the blood of the earth
on the beaches of Dahab.

Raggae and Spanish music waft
in the **** and hashish scented air,
as the people cool in the blood of the earth,
on the beaches of Dahab.

Living free and open,
far from the religious obligations and hungry lust stares in Cairo
people are tanning, laughing, drinking, being
in the blood of the earth,
on the beaches of Dahab.
Brycical
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Brycical
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