Moms and bosoms and teddies and suckers,
Babies and blankets and bottles and thumbs,
Fathers and husbands and women and wives,
Diamonds and clothing and rings and homes,
Paper and oil and platinum and coal.
Fleeting security lost in symbols,
senses,
sight,
and sound,
much like our constantly shedding skin.
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