What was once a place of serenity
Maintains toppled with messes of destiny
Although youth shan’t take absolute blame,
A vast majority of it, is meant to be placed
The façade to love material is unjust
And unfair as aged mortality
Is the never-ending curse itself
Forevermore undoubtedly, mine
Shell de Toni 
Contamination of sacredness. Lovely piece
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Beautifully whole in its brevity
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