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Oct 2019
I am the roughest small diamond,
        Unset.
    Still loose amongst the shale;
Waiting for that skilled Jeweller
        To polish me,
                 To cut me,
                          To wrap me,
        in gold;
    And sell my soul,
To the hand that holds me,
        and moulds me,
For the rest of their life.
Attempting to be a bit more positive about myself
Emma Sims
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Emma Sims  Nottingham
(Nottingham)   
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