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Amethyst Crystals. I am rough hewn edges quarried in times’ slow dance, with mountain’s thaw and water’s flow. Caressing spring grasses and lichen’s golden glow all embrace the mid day light that births a thousand tiny lives, for a thousand tiny suns, dancing off my quartz flecked cover. Violet crystal worlds lie hid in my skin, blending my purpose with countless mineral potions, to form a veil that hides with disguise, the crystalline beauty of amethyst within. |
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