We speak as if we are fountains,
the words spilt out become unclean,
but are again filtered throughout the ground,
We step in puddles of dirt and mud,
they make our feet unclean and they leave traces of where we have been,
We learn of things that aren't natural,
nor sane, nor joyous,
and we cannot simply forget,
until we are born again.
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