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No. 2 by ET

They sell it in bulk, in packs of many

It is not a rarity here

it would be back home.

They do not cherish it

it is often lost.

But I marvel at the smooth wood

lined with rock throughout, and topped with sap of trees!

It resembles a tree, bitten by a paddle-tailed creature,

one end sharpened to a deadly point.

This rock, it communicates with other people.

The sap can erode it, erase the mineral completely.

What kind of strange,

miraculous thing

can destroy rock

with such little

effort

?

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