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[310] floating by

blue sunset
and a royal sleep
drum rolls to wake up
to a stormy sea
broken pearls
waterboard inside of me
no signs of a sky
only bubbles of a life
everyone else is hollow
but i’m full of the sea

Rahul Gaur

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