Poem: Shell

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My latest five-line, original poem.

Apropos song while poeming:

Put it back, put it back, put it where you found it
Put it back, put it back, put it where you found it
Put it back, put it back, put it where you found it

Shell

i pick up the shell of you on the dying beach
before the gray waves can pull you back.
listen: silence; its own siren song to our past,
breeding in the gaps where memories fade,
and i, too, become a shell, disparate of myself.

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