In life,
you have a choice:
flesh out or flush out.
What water washes,
it backwashes you free,
let the shit you harbour
flow out to sea.
Cut the anchors
you hold on too deep,
let the sails carry it
to somewhere you can't see,
and let the storms wreck it.
Destroy it all for serenity.
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