Opal I understand from pride,
My birthstone with a range so wide;
Shingled and smoked in wisps of blue,
Orange as if it bled inside,
Purple inbred with pallid white.
All is included, all may be true.
Mine is this bold eliding, such
Colours, as in the warming light,
Signal responses to the touch.
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