Her
A shell washed up ashore
A pearly glimmer among a municipal of shattered sediment
A sheeny hue too lustrous, they abhor
The broken flecks too ruined to lament
Am I not quite so perfect to hang on a string for all too see
Whispers the undamaged heart
But not so broken to conform in the sandy masses of the sea
Let the weathering start
Just another shell swept up in her beauty
Lost in its terrifying magnificence
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