And should never leave its home,
As proven by the fact there is no door,
For it to go through and roam.
When it is seen, it is a cause for alarm,
Whether free-flowing or safely stored,
It's in the body, but is not for consumption,
A circumstance that reminds one what it's for.
And no one, yet, has made it a symbol of,
Anything but life and death,
Though, if one seems at all appropriate,
It should be preciousness, no less.
And it's alright,
If you can't talk about it,
Because its thought makes you delirious.
That's just a defense mechanism.
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