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IncholPoem Jan 2019
The  eddy
was  fearing   to
ebb  of
sea.


The  fear  was
not  to  be  eddy.
'We  want  to   merge
with  normal  water  !!


My  brain's  
newly  thoughts
were  being   fried.

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