Let it cleanse me.
Washing over me slower each time the water ebbs around me.
Currents rush forcefully underneath this mirrored surface.
As they flow around me,
through me,
I wonder what right I have to stay.
As it pushes persistently against me I wonder.
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A touch of pain, a glancing blow of love, strike of loss and a rotting hope that should have died long ago.
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