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Conch shell
Salty air crumbling through my lungs,
and ocean waves calling my iris.
Burning flames of sand under my feet,
and shell pieces cracking as i walk.
Soul petals and cold feelings,
burning my cries...
and ocean waves calling my iris.
Burning flames of sand under my feet,
and shell pieces cracking as i walk.
Soul petals and cold feelings,
burning my cries...
