Every speck of dust, caught by oysters to nest,
The victims of lust, are buried down under,
With a story in closure!
Every fall of an abrupt end,with you they send ,
A mystery to comprehend!
Just a clue they lend, a key not meant to mend
Never will they reveal, they show you the seal,
A scar never to heal!!!
Call it an err,  Call it a failure, Call it all impure,
But keep your delusions secure, they might make you unsure!!

In oysters, they rest,

The pearls of dust!!!

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