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Feb 2019
sitting steadily beneath the land,
lies a plain rock like socks or sand,
forming and morphing so beautifully,
holding a treasure so crucially

for only if they knew how much you were worth,
how quickly you'd be unearthed.
nature is always a good metaphor
michael
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michael  17/M/US
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