It Is Not a Crystal
it isn't going to happen it won't I won't let it.
I won't turn these bones into glass won't allow it.
But I won't burn it to nothing, won't make it black.
it will not poke this skin I won't have it.
I will not hold on to this jewel with it's fake glimmer.
but I will twist it gently and no more then it takes to say high
and never when the sun goes bye
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