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High Tide at Race Point

for Norman Fischer

A commercial with no pitch.
A beach without sand.
A lover without a love.
A surface without an exterior.
A touch without a hand.
A protest without a cause.
A well without a bottom.
A sting without a bite.

A scream without a mouth.
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Friday, July 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: race
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Soumita Sarkar 31 July 2015

this starts and ends with a stream of consciousness....your mind touch whatever point came straight with a reason..here though there is a poem with words...Thanks.

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