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Mar 2016
When everything you touch
Turns to gold
It can become something you fear
Because you can't appreciate the good
Without the bad
Thank god in all his many forms

And I want gold
The same as old king midas
But I don't want gold
If it causes me pain
Torin
Written by
Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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     ---, Weeping willow and Torin
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