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Treasure

There was a treasure she couldn’t touch …
At least mostly …
A dream she couldn’t live …
At least outwardly …

But she holds it still …

Never believe in anything with less than all you have …

Believe …
Or don’t believe at all …

Here is my treasure …
And though I can’t feel it trace my skin …
There are no curves to sweetly caress …
Except in dearest memory …

Wisdom guides me to it …

And I do believe …

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