blocks of gold

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I carry these blocks of gold

through my day's

keeping them safe

polishing them day and night

when I lose one

it breaks my heart

an arrow

filled with sorrow

never said my final words

nothing can change

this feeling

I treasure

these moments

with them by my side

feeling the shards

everywhere

I carry those of gold

becuase their my eyes

my memories

my purpose

nothing can break my spirt

cherish them

until my final breath

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