like an
oyster
scribbling on the sands
n getting washed away
scribbling on the sands
n getting washed away
each time,
with the waves too,
whispering by,
they stir
with the waves too,
whispering by,
they stir
& go...
as there I lie...
still muted... deaf ... & blind.
_flick_
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