SEASHELL
AS I PICK IT UP IT'S AS SOFT AS A NEWBORN MOUSE
IT SHIMMERS IN THE MOONLIGHT LIKE THE FIERCE FUR ON A WOLFS BACK
ITS A TANGY ORANGE LIKE THE SKIN OF A SCRUMPTIOUS FUZZY PEACH
I COULD STILL SMELL THE BREEZE OF THE SALTY OCEAN PASS BY MY NOSE
I COULD ALMOST TASTE ITS CREAMY GLAZED SHINE DANCE ON MY TONGUE
AS I HELD IT UP TO MY EAR I COULD HEAR THE WAVES OF THE OCEAN CRASH AGENST THE SHORE
AS I REMEMBERD THE OCEAN WASHING ME AWAY
i can't belive u wrote this all by yourself
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