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May 12
Sifting memories through a mesh
Trying to clean my mind like a litter box
Until all that remains is fresh
Still I haven't learned what to do
With the *** and the poo
I tried throwing my own crap at it
I tried swallowing it
I even tried to sit on it
No matter what I do I can't discard it
There is no trash bin that will erase it
I suppose I have to work with it
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