Gemstone

I found it in a cupboard

Below a pile of junk:

A strange and small gemstone.

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I mean it didn't take much -

I simply had to touch,

And as I touched it I felt

My hand begin to melt,

As my mind was sent

Into smoky reverie.

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Cleverly, I thought,

Though dimly I wondered,

And wondered,

And wandered its way

Into my pocket.

I was powerless to stop it!

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I still stay here alone,

Creeping and creeping,

Always creeping - never sleeping!

My torment for keeping

This beautiful stone.

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