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Jul 2013
I am the finest of jewels
Plucked from the earth,
shaped by the master,
and polished by the lovers.
Who kissed my cold edges,
whispered, goodbye,
and threw me into the cold,
deep,
and dark.
And that is where
I remain.
alyson
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