i see that metal
will not burn and melt down quite
so easily.
so once the fire dies,
full of cards
and photos, clothes,
ribbons and bows,
books and other
sentimental
things that no longer
have value,
i pluck out the thick ring
and hold it warm in my hand.
hardly scarred, or worn.
not a nick
or graze upon it.
this calls for a hammer.
which is what
i do.
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