To My Left
"My Precious"
She isn’t perfect.
A disfigured body and a lopsided design.
Still she sparkles in the moonlight,
And goes with me everywhere.
So tightly she binds my soul now
I can’t hardly stand it.
She twists and the turns, burning as she spins.
And leaves her mark behind.
But so long I’ve had her,
I’m empty whenever I walk away.
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