Someone brought me a seashell.
Singing inside
is a sea from a map.
My heart
fills up with water
and little tiny fish,
silvery, shadowy.
Someone brought me a seashell.
Singing inside
is a sea from a map.
My heart
fills up with water
and little tiny fish,
silvery, shadowy.
Someone brought me a seashell.
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