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Aluminum on a dish that’s already gone cold
Sometimes, as gray as the eyepiece of a telescope lens, useful in several ways. The metal button on pants. And others, driven over snow, as each passing car paints me into a shade darker than the bright color I once was. A picture without saturation. I am gallium, just the warmth of a gentle touch can melt me. I am a dime, worth something but once I get lost in the couch, no effort would be made to take me out— just a forgotten coin. A stainless steel knife slowly going dull. The ash of a cigarette, fading away.
Sometimes, as gray as the eyepiece of a telescope lens, useful in several ways. The metal button on pants. And others, driven over snow,...
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