You crumbled my perfect circle into four pieces and dropped me into the sand where others will step all over me. I am just another grain of sand beneath their feet. You made sure I would never be seen as beautiful or valuable ever again.
-The sand dollar in pieces
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Metamorphosis
Poetry"You do not cease to exist just because I wish you to." Started: 4/3/20 Finished: 8/20/20 My 6th poetry book.
