The remnants of their bodies
washing ashore in your waters--
crushed in the depths of you--
as you roll on, ever-strong.
We fought your momentum--
forwards and back and at
times ride the crest of your
emotions triumphantly.
All in vain it was, as we
fell back into the deep
of you--breaking and
flaking off into pieces.
We became smooth and
refined after many washings as
you wore us -- we would glint
in the sun when you put us on--
to only be discarded
with remnants washed away.
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