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I am the buoy that bounces in blue ocean waves.
I wait for the next seagull to perch on me.
I wait.
They come
and go.

I am the keys of the grand piano.
I wait until fingers can release their inner demons onto me.
I wait.
They come
and go.

I am the doormat that watches the winter wind.
I wait until grimy shoes shake off their dirty past onto me.
I wait.
They come
and go.






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