The backwash

Trying to see the way through the pipe

Washed out with my dreams

Cycles run like ins and outs

To create the backwash

The spillage is paramount

For we are no messages in bottles

We ebb and flow

Deleting footprints

Deleting desire

Strictly searching

For just one special, pure, round pipe

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