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Doar spoken with a sleight of hand
behind my eyes it is bought and sold.
cradled in a hand,
counted every five minutes to make
sure there is enough.
hoarded like pirates treasure,
buried and disused.

placed over your heart
with care and easy spending.
deposited meekly and withdrawn maliciously.

waiting in the jar above the fridge
gathering dust, forgotten.
like a needless distraction
spent when a flitting thought focuses.

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Doar this fucking sucks. 100213