Encased in its hardened shell, it grows
Patience and time it’s lifeblood
Sitting in silence, waiting not wanting
No rush for air or breath of light
.
Layer upon layer in time
A pearl of a different making
Not dangled on necks nor lobes
Weighing heavy, out of sight
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Carved out, released from hiding
Scars left behind in its wake
Benign whispers lay softly down
Dripping reminders of another day
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