October 13, 2011
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I disliked these trinkets
I held in my hands
One was the ground beneath me
The other was sand

One was the creation
Simple and pure
Developed a nation
That hearts could endure

The other was the downfall
Burned and disgraced
That ignored hear the hopes fall
And the empty embrace

I held them so tight
My hand burned numb
My pinky swelled white
And so did my thumb

I wanted to release one
But which do I chose?
The dream from the past
Or the new but abused

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