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Jul 25
Fueled by the fiery finding of gold
Gushing through my fingers,
I have to have it.

Greedy for the find, what a steal,
It's mine,
I've got to have it!

Time seems to quicken, and my body suddenly stiffens
when the word love is mentioned...
Feelings bully my conscious.
That's a poem for later

What a game I'd never like to play
The edges on my thoughts are rather rough today
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