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a repeating theme.

If I wasn’t me

what would I see?

Life’s laundry list, a repeating theme.

In times like these

things start to get clean,

it’s just all the other times,

that have left me soiled, but boy oh boy

that’s not the point of today.

Bare bones in the wash, dare tell what they say?

If what I see, is merely a shell

then I’ve got some listening to do

before hearing that ocean once more.

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