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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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