Seashells
She walks along the Beach and collects water for herself and Seashells
for someone little that she loves very much.
She talks endlessly in her head as there is no one else to talk to
nor things that she could share
She listens to the waves and the painful clarity of her deepest thoughts.
Thoughts revealing internal realisations of cruel realities
she was so very naive to imagine they could never be possible.
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