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No one worth possessing. Can be quite possessed; Lay that on your heart, My young angry dear; This truth, this hard and precious stone, Lay it on your hot cheek, Let it hide your tear. Hold it like a crystal. When you are alone. And gaze in the depths of the icy stone. Long, look long and you will be blessed: No one worth possessing. Can be quite possessed.

Sara Teasdale