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While talking of verbs, you become a noun, rigid name. Exploding like a bromine mix. A stinking salt. A fish like whiff. Spirulina. Entangles you in filamentous grip. The lady becomes a giant fish. The fun of throwing a curse. You want to change the nomenclature. Of the sea. It is now an extinct brine. You are sinking amids? shells. Hollow inside. No thoughts. No movement. A green vision only, blinking at night. Satish Verma

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