the seashell
the wind spins my waters
it whirls and splits my waves
until I am the shell of a story
between the shore and the tide
hold me to your ear,
and I will quiver to your touch,
sing the sorrow of the sea,
sandcastles and the sky
say that sometimes
you still see the beautiful
innocence of everything
in the distance
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