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The view of the ground is obscured
by splashes of drops of ocean.
The pavement before me glistens.

I dash through the falling ocean
in the hopes of keeping myself
as I always have been.

And the ocean, she cleanses me;
she rejuvenates my soul.
I melt into dripping arms.

I wait till I see not the ground
as the splattering ocean falls;
all of me rains with the ocean.
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