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Your Spoon

July 18, 2012
By Anonymous

I feel like a spoon,
Pristine with shine,
Failing to demise,
Any one who bends me,
Should god forbid be wise.

And as powerful as I seem,
I get used everyday,
By the few loved beings,
Who lead lives as I face dismay.

Buttered up,
Washed,
Then again get put away,
I am a spoon now- and every day.



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