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Dec 2018
My sanity echoes,

wind moving past me faster than change.

Honey you and I both know things
are just...

not the same.

I bathe in the sound.

Music notes make good soap.

Wash away...

                           Whatever is still left.


Another day. Another day. Another day.


And my sanity




                                                is



washed








                                  
                                                                                                            Away.
Serendipity
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