You are the treasure.
Sparkling and radiant.
Enriching the lives of those who know You.
And those who keep themselves,
...
In time,
All crimes...
Expose themselves,
For what they are.
...
Needing you.
Needing us,
Here.
Now.
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Having obtained a privacy one loves,
Becomes protected as if one is guarding treasures...
At Fort Knox.
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People are only impressed to digest,
That which is visually presented.
And they bring along their cameras...
Tape-recorders with pens and pads,
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If a depthness of thought one has is rumored,
It is best for the one that is claimed to have it...
To keep it rumored.
Not claimed to confirm.
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When do I begin,
To say 'enough'.
And let what has troubled me in the past,
End!
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Yesterday,
Held for me bliss.
I could not resist it.
The bliss that came to visit.
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Too many give up lip!
Silence...
Does not cross their minds.
Violent streets,
...
If no common thread is to be found,
To begin weaving a chemistry.
It would be pointless to continue a search,
For a seamstress,
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