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A poem for the Jeweler

Updated: Jul 28, 2023

Shifted, bent, coiled,

I bring to you myself,

a neglected heap,


I've tried to untangle,

spent futile hours unwinding

...still knotted.

I haven't the skill.

My fingers lack precision.

I've made it worse.

I bring to you myself.

I don't know why it's taken me so long to ask,

Can you fix this?

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