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October 23, 2014

 

dust

 

extending my heart

into other hands

I share my treasure

 

worthless

 

what I thought as gold

dropped to the ground

trodden underfoot

stomped on and

ground into the dirt

 

reviled

 

silently I weep

as what I valued

is made as rubbish

 


Each New Day A Miracle
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