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A place to hide.

A home to rest.

A shelter to save.

My only nest.

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Inside, my mind can spiral,

in swirls of thoughtful dye.

The tulip pattern is eternal,

so when it goes I cry.

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Inside, my heart can scream,

louder than the conch can make.

My confinement lets me breathe,

so when it's gone I break.

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Inside,  I can stay safe,

hidden in the beach outskirts.

Part of me is part of my shell,

so when I leave it hurts.

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A place to hide.

A home to rest.

A shelter to save.

My only nest.

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I need to hide.

I need to rest.

I need to save.

It is what's best.

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