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Jan 2014
I didnt know when you'd speak
why I'd feel as if,
now and then,
your voice was going muffled,
as in a flawed
television transmission?
I thought I must have been
imagining it all up;
Living out some
invisible, subterranean pain.
But, I see now:
you were a phantom;
You were never really there.
I must have
pinched myself harder
The surreal has ways of expressing itself, though we may not always see...
Prabhu Iyer
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Prabhu Iyer  Quantum Dot
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