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Mar 2015
They're like people too, so many surprises,
Shells scattered, of all shapes and sizes,
Everyone has a favorite, one they adore,
And when they find it, can't ask for more,

It's how I feel about you, my favorite shell,
If I ever lost you, I'd hate my every last cell,
So many grooves, such gorgeous colors,
I would never give you up, for any of the others.
Topher O'Neal
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Topher O'Neal  28/M/My head
(28/M/My head)   
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   Kida Price
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