Seashells

My love became seashells
Remains of a once beautiful creature
Washed up onto the shore
Scoured out across the beach
Buried in the sand
To be scavenged by tourists
Stomped and crushed beneath feet
Jagged were some of the edges
Had to pick them up carefully
Or they cut fingertips

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