Possession (shape poem)

That

feeling

when you

find something

so brand new and

shining: you can’t quite

believe that it’s real. Or that

it is yours, to keep – forever and

ever. You think that some day soon,

some one with take it from you, in anger

or in greed. But it’s okay, because for now at

least, it is yours. And sometimes, that’s enough.

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