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The Seashell

I found you lying on the beach
Pristine, untouched by the world's tragedies
Among the numerous once-beautiful treasures
Slowly broken down by the passage of time

As lovely as a dewdrop, you lay in wait
But I didn't pick you up, for fear that I'd break you
And so I let you go  
To be reclaimed by the immortal pull of the tide

Written by Ivory
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