Silly rain,
what makes you think you could ever touch me?
I am invincible.
Feel the clouds as they roll.
Seawater climbing,
and taking it's toll.
The ocean that you hear
within my shell
is blood.
Rushing through all the parts of me.
Thick stitched air.
Are you there?
To come my way?
To hear me sing?
To hear the ocean bleed?
If I forget the need,
to be anything other than what I am,
I'll sink beneath the sediment,
become another sentiment,
and say;
"I am invincible."
As day slowly recedes,
the silly rain is all I need.

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