i'd
pick up the white shell,
the glean
of it
catching my eye
in the ocean
sun.
i'd keep
it for a loved one.
telling her here,
i found this
and i want you to have
it.
i'd hold it up
to my ear to hear the ocean
after
leaving.
but no more. i leave
them
where they are.
it's best that way.
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