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the moment I lay my eyes on you,
it was like putting another stone on stomp,
I buried your soul from the first heavy stair
like I'm extracting your innocence,
this is how I became a fisher of men.
Using words to finish what lord made.

All we do is Catch fish.
The mall, Campus even the street are the only occean we live in.

Next.
I decided to use a first person narrative, hoping it will be more intimate.
Eshwara Prasad  Feb 2021
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Eshwara Prasad Feb 2021
There will not be seperate occean waves for taking bath.

There will be not be seperate days for happiness.
Eshwara Prasad  Aug 2021
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Eshwara Prasad Aug 2021
I'm sailing in a boat laden with happy memories across the occean created by your tears of joy.

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