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Rain is my beloved company

And these breeding wilds

Never get too crowded

With my wet kin

Soil is the mind

Of seasons following each other

The collective Memory

Slowly burning away

Dreams are the woods

That surround the core

Thick, breathing armour

Skinless walls around the gut

No weapons penetrate

Stainless blades wither away

Stronghold towers in the horizon

Yet corrosive sorrow inflicts me