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Nov 2010
A precious gem that I once called mine,
Onyx that will never again shine.
Two emeralds never to blink,
Rubies never to speak.
The inclusive blind sedative of a heart,
A heart of gold stopped beating,
Drowned in a sapphire creek.

A silver spirit faded to gray,
I seem to have lost my precious gem today.
Emily Von Shultz
Written by
Emily Von Shultz  Sierra Nevada Mountains
(Sierra Nevada Mountains)   
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