'Gold is the colour of the heart
A warm stone kept on a long string
The ticking hands of a life’s worth
The line of the waking horizon
…years past and coming
Rings eyes and binds hands, but not
love
Gold frames everything, but
it can never really hold it
all in
because gold is soft and
can be moulded, melted,
changed, just like
the heart.' T.
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