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Touch it

When you touch it
how does it feel
when you hold it
do you not sense
its worth in weight
in gold
your soul
that you hold in your hand
that trembles
with the shame
of not being
what you claim
as your fingers
slowly unfold
to watch
what is worth more then gold
slowly fall and shatter
apon the barron lands
of twisted thoughts
that softly whisper
you are now Free
to be me
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