a pearl adrift

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Bonds become binds when,
I let the ocean, windswept, open
And break land at your feet.
Then, you trample me, a pearl adrift.

Here, I impress my pearliness
in these starkly gray sands,
But you bear me down so,
That no orb could ever withstand.

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