My Little Shell Necklace
By Tieriney H
Published 23 February 2021
When I wake to the rising sun of the dawn;
I reach to my neck and grasp you tight
Then every single nightmare disappears from
The memory of that night.
If you are lost somewhere unknown;
Or in the pocket on my wooden bed;
I still feel your presence
Even if you are hung under another one’s head.
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