Give me not a gift wrapped version
Of holding on
Or hanging out to dry
Reel me in
As if a prized fish to feed upon
Hooked by your lure
And although the test
Has been fully pulled
To tension’s might
Carefully scoop me
Into your net
Do not think me
All too fragile made of glass
I am fine porcelain
Yours, if not admired once
To be acquired
And kept
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