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Flotsam and jetsom
gather on my shores
and in my living room
constantly, yet
I cannot turn away
the humanity
lest I be less
than humane.
...
I have cast my bread
in the water and waited
patiently.
for the big come-back,
and gotten flotsam
and wreckage
in return and reward
for my faith.
...
Driftwood and detritus
with blood-filled veins
wash up on my beach
every new day, but
I wouldn't stop it
or will it away
lest I be less
than I, myself.
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Humanity...
such is my reward.
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