Money, time, space
It mattered not.
The giver did face
In this thickening plot.
As the moons fade,
And the giver aged,
She grew somewhat afraid
That she would be forever caged.
Time and again,
The angels reassured
That it wasn't in vain.
Through these words, the giver was cured.
- Robes of a Muse
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