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Renewal

My face breaks the sea

wash, wash over me.

An army stands guard

led by lotions and creams

What, is my beauty?

Pock-marks scar my moon tonight,

the emotions on my pock face fight.

But my faults dissolve with the sea.

Wash, wash over me.

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