Pieces
A broken shell
Lies in the sand
A thousand feet pass by it
A million waves crash around it
The sun beats down upon it
It waits patiently for something
But no one wants
A disconnected piece
A reminder of the past
And still it lies
Images
Wanting something more
A wanton pleasure waiting,
Weathering every storm
Together.
Tomorrow waits for no one
As a team, we trade and transcend.
Pleasure pacifies people.
As we pretend to be
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