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I am the ubiquitous irritant
on the soft underbelly of the world.
As ordinary as a grain of sand.
I could be an extraordinary pearl.

I am cloistered and encapsulated,
isolated in a shell not my own.
Far from the sun’s filtered life giving rays,
as on and on this dark existence drones.

Until I am spat out in repugnance,
to desiccate in sun I now revile,
having suffered its alienation,
though I was simply precious all the while.

M. Zane McClellan

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