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Scrape the dust with the side of the hand,
blow it to let it spread and expand,
clap the hands vertical to clear more dirt,
finding the place for a key to insert,
turning around to see it on the shelf,
imagining what is inside that could be wealth,
pressing deep in and turning the key,
opening the lid and looking inside to see,
sparkles of reflecting jewels stab the sight,
squinting the eyes from it hitting so bright,
but then with disbelief they widen once more,
reaching to touch the beauty hardest to ignore,
once touched a light surrounds and drags inside,
taking the body on a spinning crystal ride,
trapped forever with the lid closing on top,
as no body knew of this box in the back of the old shop.