What can’t be found,
can’t be destroyed.
Rather be gone
than worn on an arm
Not easily impressed,
you were strong,
you had the tide figured,
watching the sea just to be
someone with secrets.
Drowning middle-class,
no cash to burn,
kept on a tether,
or in a pocket.
Soon everyone you knew
liked jewelry and had
somewhere to be.
You’re not that kind of cog,
but a cog nonetheless
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