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Bleach
Our hands are sanitized by the bleaching sea salt
The open doors
The rumors shared on doves' wings
With hidden letters
From inks of clear intention
Mistakes left open to
Whiteout remembrance,
False senses of securities abound
Binding political allies,
Warping the olden village fences
With unions draped
In beach-clad memories
Which bleached hands
Don't easily forget