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I lay in froth and filth, warm and comforting
At the end of a long Monday
Wondering about all the places I visit in my mind.
They are constant. There is no knob to control the volume of the many voices there. Body aching, water healing, a source for purity.
I want to slowly slip and slide beneath the surface of the water. Under there, it’s peaceful, slow motion, muted, a coccoon floating me to my next journey.

Eyelids are heavy concrete covering my eyes. Must rest for dawning of a new day tomorrow.

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