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I know none of this rhymes...


Submitted:Jun 16, 2010    Reads: 42    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


It sits on the bed inside a blue box of silken texture

Enclosed where the light won't enliven its crystals

As I walk past I glance as the wee container

Her wrist would have been the perfect exhibitor.





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