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by CareMa
Always I carry this rockIn my pocket, in my thoughtsI know each bandStacking over timeOld bands the sameNew bands presumedYellows then browns Each time we meetIn our springCherished warmthWe set down our rocks, akinMinerals washing over themGrowing them in purityThickening white bands I knew my rockCarried the heaviness of itCuriously changingBrilliant ivory edgeTroughs crumbling dark bandsLighter in…
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