Oyster’s Silence

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Grit infected
My pain unseen
Hidden in the silence
Of ebbing flow
Irritant inflamed
In silent grieving
My tears embrace
This aching
I wash and wash
This aggravation
I cover and layer
This pain
And in the silence of my grieving
Treasured beauty unseen grows
Hardened in adversity
Magnificence of pale translucence
A pearl
Pain’s silent salvation.

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