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Meant To Be Gold
My glitters — where’s it?
All that glitters was once perceived as gold,
Cherished, loved, nurtured —
Until the dew came.
With the dew came happiness.
The rain would come,
And I will dance in it with my glitters.
Dance like the bewitched,
Slowly, a possessed soul.
My glitters glittered —
Oh, the energy! Such a beautiful thing.
Just there, in the rain,
It’s true — it’s gold.
Heavy downpour, it roars,
You threatening bitch.
My glitters — where’s it?
Shine, baby, you are gold.
Hide, but don’t run.
Don’t rust; you were meant to be gold.
My gold.
Don’t rust.
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