Until We Are Gone

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Shells contain unique precious things

Growing from small sea life, into a shield

But if the shell is empty

What Is its purpose

Can a hollow shell weather the weight of the crashing surf

Is it destined to be ground into nothing

Was it ever anything at all

Does the sand curse the sea for what it's become

When creature still living walks across the ocean floor

Does it whisper 'I was you once', after them

Every time we walk across the dirt

Are there ancient ones, so changed by time calling after us

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