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All the Broken Shells
A broken shell left on the shore
It doesn’t matter anymore
You can’t go back and change the weather
It can’t be pieced back together
Go ahead and toss it out
Or leave it lying with it doubts
Just kick it while it’s gently down
Or glare at it and harshly frown
All the broken shells washed on the shore
Like shattered hearts beating, no more.
