Hot images flash through my mind.
Is this and illusion?
Is this a reality?
What is this ecstacy?
Spinning sprials.
Typhoon.
Waves rolling over me.
Grit sand in my mouth.
Nails, hair, pocket.
Istranged island far from home.
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