I was treasure when you first found me.
Shiny gold buried in self-loathing.
Polished until your face reflected in mine.
You assigned value to my soul and
made me forget.
And then you forgot you made me.
Passed through too many hands,
refiner’s fire gone cold,
tarnished and flawed—
You couldn’t see beneath the surface.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
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