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Found.
In a flea market,
Out of all the endless choices,
This was, the one.

Lying.
On my desk.
The coolness
Like the first sip
Of ice water,
The stones are blank.

When I slip it
On my finger,
My thumb,
The only finger
It fits.
It slowly fades
Into different colors.
Like a sky after the rain,
Rainbow slowly,
Fading, into the clouds.

It is loose.
It can spin
Like a plastic carriage,
Spinning, around,
The merry-go-round.

Deep blue.
My mood ring says I’m... calm.

My favorite ring,
Says I’m ... calm.

I am ... Calm.





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