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A waste of life. Clean it out of your ocean.

Time.

A thought running,

Forced time to stop

So that i could rest

Droplets of usefulness

In a waste ocean.

That I thought was what I did prove myself

And if the ocean even now can't be cleaned

Then this could be called a waste.

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