34.

You were like the ocean, proud and relentless.

There was no mercy for seashells like me.

Time has a way of scaring all those who are tied to it

I am but a mouse watching the shadow of the night flicker by the lampstand

With each twitch I shuddered

Look at me, whispered the flower among the weeds.

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