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Borb Nov 2018
Call the rains to wash me away.
Every drop dissolves substance from the bone.
Leave my sins where I stood, a frame against the torrent.
Let the rains wash me away.
Sweep me back through the timeless sands to my ancestors who did not know light from darkness.
Take me to the cold ocean. Leave my name cast in the shore to fossilize.
Wash me away.
Fish feel no pain.
Wash me far away from the sulfurous sun so it cannot see my shameful scales.

— The End —