Found on a beautiful beach,
when sunrise has begun,
You started life with the sea
You were washed up on the shore.
Brown patterns cover you,
white as the sea,
But scratched badly.
survived waves eating at you,
your story is magic,
I hear waves from a distance,
wondering where you are,
crying is your sign of danger,
camouflaging on shelves is your talent.
Always love you even when I die,
my spirit will take care of you
so you can survive
I can taste your salty life
My magic shell



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