When I curl up into my shell
Welcome not a tinge of ray or decibel
For time unknown, for reasons untold
For I live like me in that shell, very bold
Slathering oils, swimming in good art
Giving birth and nurturing with all my heart
The world outside acts nothing but filthy
As respecting solitude goes beyond empathy
Monday, January 16, 2017
Shell
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