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Sea Shell

Before the morning dew

could breathe on

fallen leaves,

You came to me

with gifts from

an ocean unknown

(I was mistaken;

I thought you

had forgotten)

A weathered beauty,

Blue and gray, dusted

white like a dull pearl

I cannot hear the sea;

I look past the hole

that storms had born

and see the grace of the

inside, a tender spiral

hidden before the fury

of a long-forgotten tempest

Gently my fingertips

delight in the curves,

washing my heart clean

of bitter colors painted

when I am lonely

and you're away.


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