I was with her when
she walked the seashore
picking up shells she found.
all the sizes and shapes
some tiny as baby teeth
others as big as your fist
some bleached pure white
like desert bones
and some were shades of pink
and beige or black as death.
The seashells are
empty houses now.
empty houses and
in an empty house.
she walked the seashore
picking up shells she found.
all the sizes and shapes
some tiny as baby teeth
others as big as your fist
some bleached pure white
like desert bones
and some were shades of pink
and beige or black as death.
The seashells are
empty houses now.
empty houses and
in an empty house.
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