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Empty husks
Strewn across the bathroom sink
Balancing precariously

A slight nudge
Disturbs the silence

They come crashing down

A swirling vortex
They come to rest with a click
At the centre

Hard and unchipped in their off-white coarseness

Opal on the underside

It doesn’t hurt me as much as it should



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The following comments are for "Shells"
by radicaldramatics

POEWHIT
I got that feeling of plaster falling from the ceiling. Giving the setting a bleak state of repose.

( Posted by: poewhit [Member] On: March 22, 2008 )





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