Crazy booty I often inventoried in the dead of night
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I answer I do not wish to own
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Nothing — an old spoon, a rudder, the remains of a walkie-talkie
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I open my bundle and dump the contents in the furrows of the earth
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for caught within my little gem was more misery and hope than one could fathom
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Little droplets that somehow became gems gathered by beggars who trade them for rice
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I had a ruby. Imperfect, beautiful like faceted blood. It came from India where they wash up on the shore
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This uncommon bundle has always been my comfort, my happy burden
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I have always possessed a kind of knapsack, if nothing more than a piece of cloth or skin tied in a knot. My sack, worthy companion, produces, when opened, a world defined by its contents — fluxion, unique, beloved