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I wouldn’t have chosen this way
Of making pearls- Sharp grains of sand Against the membranes of life; Constant biting irritant, Iridescent-coated pain, Layer on layer of self Embracing alien stone, Creating an accidental masterpiece, Precious as it rolls away.
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