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Wednesday 23 May 2018

Notes on a Travelogue


We travel through each other
In this flat world
To discover ourselves.
At times bodies seem like beaches
One hasn't visited yet
But speculate somehow
That the sea would be waiting
For visitors to come
If not for the foam.

We are all travellers
Travelling with borrowed money
Trying to understand
The worth of our heels.

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