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I can wash you off of me
But I still smell of the treacherous sea
Which threatens to transform me
Into a creature I don't want to be

All wetness and slime, the color of a bruise
All darkness and regret, the things that sailors lose
The only one of my kind, alone on this island
My only contact the desperate and violent

I still have this: If I can speak, someone will listen
If I don't lose my voice, I will find power again

I can cut you out from inside
But I could never regain my pride
It was sunk in a deep dark cavern
Only ancient reptiles can find

I don't recognize myself in the mirror
But I am not lost: I am getting clearer
I ask powers beyond me and all that they say is:
You have control. Use it. Keep it.

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