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Until It's Gone

Under the trembling reflections,
My eyes caught a glance.
Curious of its seduction,
My hand plunged for it's chance.

The feeling caused a capture,
My hand constricted.
Curious of it's figure,
My eyes failed to depict it.

Peaking through my pinky,
I was more blind than before.
My spirit improved without reasoning,
There was more to explore.

My thumb slowly revealed,
Nothing but myself.
Such a small object sealed,
A charming hearty wealth.

Three left to go,
Concerned for what I must see.
My hand lashed open to show,
Nothing, my hand was empty.

I felt alone,
Opened into a slum.
My heart felt empty as shown,
And I had no love for anyone.
Written by Thomaswc
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