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Destruction


I saw a gem of gleaming red,
With pulsing, shimmering sheen.
This shall be mine, I proudly said,
Who wears this, is a queen.
With avid hand I clasped it tight,
Guarding it as I felt I must.
But, when I held it to the light,
Desire had crushed my gem to dust!

Written by Alice E. Furlong

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