Press your ear to the hollow of my shell,
and listen for the lenity of past endeavors
you weren't a part of.
Run your fingers along the rough ridges,
and pause at the missing pieces
you broke in your wake.
Forget about the palimpsest of our disposition,
and welcome the possibility
that it wasn't all my fault.
Say your pain in sighs,
mourn your losses in Morse code,
and see us for what we are.

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