The darkest cave.
Walking within the darkest caves.
I follow the waters of life amongst the inner beaches.
Of no where beanth the grounds to see the sand where shells whisper as the wind blow within the inner seems of its shell hole.
Away from the water waves not amongst the salty rock's but in the inner caves of darkness were predators are unaware from the holes within.
Lying in the shell within camouflage so I can flash and grasp on to the easiest meal that passes through what a long
Life i can live if it was real true.
Because a shell need water when there is life and only sea food will do.
So beanth the darkest water under the caves i can be seen and Eaton too.
So camouflage i will stay but always aware that time do come and make my shell a empty space for little fishes to have a home ..
And me my home within the stomach of the predators that gobble meal as his seafood stew .
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