Seashell
She Keeps a Seashell
Where she hides her Love
She folds it, and
Wrings it,
Stuffs it until
The mass Enormity of Love
Fits in the Palm of her
Hand
Where she hides her Love
She folds it, and
Wrings it,
Stuffs it until
The mass Enormity of Love
Fits in the Palm of her
Hand
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