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Saturday, July 30, 2022
Resolute Irresolution Of The Wishy-Washy
True as can be
To ourselves, what it is
That must be unequivocally
Stated ad infinitum
Is that we are always
Lying in wait, ever ready
To lie to ourselves
Again and again,
Till it all comes out white-
Washed to no end.
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