A Trinket Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

A Trinket



an onyx outlined carp spouts pave on a swollen disc....
hollow...feather weight....
the chain, finer than a hair, rests in your palm....
.......it is true....I could keep and treasure this...
I think you know why that is not possible....

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