Polish marbles to shine like stars
With aching hands and broken hearts
Drop one more down the spiral
Wishing well
Knowing well the wishing
Don't go so well
It's not denial
But resigned bleak hope
What we strive to do well
Isn't just a joke
That this counting glass we pass as
gems
Might hold value beyond this narrow
lens
That they don't vanish forever when
they hit bottom
When we hit bottom
When our own wishes vanish forever
Forgotten
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