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We wash our face
Nothing calms the unswayed spite
We must confess
Undress
Check
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It is a torrid tale
We traverse the channel with sand in our shoes
Spend so much time in the sect of our head
People can be calm and gracious
Or scare the shit out of us
We are both
Like husband and wife
Separated
Alone
Unaligned
Nothing makes things better
We dream of home
We want to be treated gently
But rough arms grab us
Pull us under
It hardly seems fair
They say it is for our health
We disagree
Cry silent tears and wait.