I was saving exotic jewels-
Crafted from my own eyes-
For a moment that I needed them most
Worthless…
As gorgeous as they were-
Sparkling in all their glitter-
Its truth was too bitter of a taste for sugar to coat
No one would want them,
There wasn't anyone I knew that could stand their salty flavor but I,
They spill from me
There I go-
The machine-
Making all that noise, while in my head shouting the words
JACK POT!
In a room by myself
When I was done,
And all my jewels were spread out before me,
I wondered intensely about what it was that I could afford,
Nothing…
They were worthless,
Luckily for me that life was priceless
I could get by.
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