84. Lived

Raining down
From the clouds.
Losing my viscosity
Too endure concrete falls.

To split from home.
To sprinkle out of line.

When I was with.
When I was informed.

To flowing on my own.
To riding my own wave.

Dripping from habits destroying my mind,
So I can wash to shore to clean inside.

Sometimes mixed with salt,
But eventually purified
To be a source of life .

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