FOSSILS

I was promised this land, the beach, the sand,
I was promised the glitter falling through my hands,
Here I would be seen,
I could wear the pretty dresses,
I would be neighbours with the queen.
But once I got here,
After all the buzz and the cheer,
It got quiet.
I was small and unseen,
There was no royalty,
Only loyalty towards the drea
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