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Year 2: Day 143 – Sea Salt Bath

Before this battle
I’m taking a gorgeous sea salt bath
in farewell
to luxury.

A stranger passed through town this week,
he said there’s a war,
and I’ve known.

Salt tears dilute
and make me one with the sea,
a last baptism to bless
the road.

All the world of ease,
crystallized in memory,
poured, dissolved
to forgive me
for this town.

It’s gonna get messy
from here but
I can’t stay here,
I can’t stay.

The bathwater cold
and dead already and
I can’t stay here,
I can’t stay.

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