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Apr 2011
Strong, willing and so precious
I keep it close to me

Hard as stone, yet melts and molds so quick
Hard to see what makes sense to it
being as tough to break

Choosing its next beholder, and molding to its will
not looking at whats there
Not noticing its next shape through the change

I give gold to its chosen beholder...
Rose Haven
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Rose Haven  F/Toronto
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