sand

I see people all the time
But I am always different
I see myself through
Other people

At the ocean
I crushed seashells
with my feet
There are whole
pieces
of shells
Stuck in my heels

Every time you step
on a shell
you make more sand
Every time you step
in the sand
it gets softer
But the sea really
does most of the work

I could see myself through
the ocean
But it wouldn’t keep me whole either

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