Within your hand
you hold the key
that takes me to places
never seen...
Only imagined
in distant dreams
a place so wondrous
blooming from seed...
Cultivated from time
I've weaned...
gestation period
once was deemed
And now you've
place your time with me
Shuttered to gleam
you hold the key.
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