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Grief
Refugee
San Francisco Explorer
My alabaster jewel of fire,
your prismatic blades of light
cut into my hands
as I carry you into the desert
where your pedestal awaits,
unique amidst countless others.
Worry not, my jewel,
I am not leaving you.
One day I will return,
when the winds and sands
have softened your searing gleam.
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Comments
That's an amazing poem.
It took me 3 readings for it to settle into,
if you know what I mean.
I like it.
Wonderful
I like it so much, am going to post it in my Being Emo thread.