Lonesome Shell

Posted on January 5, 2018 by

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Lonesome shell

Sad and empty

No one home

No more home to be

Victim of waves

And storms

And pirate

Sea creatures

Too big for thee.

 

Broken home

Useless

What purpose

Beauty

Perfection

Soothing form

Future sand

No waste from the sea.

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