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The show might be done but production doesnt sleep

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Cusp of Cancer and the Sea

I am now but a shell,

a simple, mere vessel.

I wait years for the hermit long gone,

but years more, I ask, if this crab will ever come.

I lay in the sand,

and soon, I’ll be one with the land.

I’ll fade into another being, 

washed away and still waiting.