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// jasper 
// Story: found object 
// by alafoel 
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the fire rose in stasis,
held in its prison of rock.
the swirls
and whirls
and bands
that make up your face.
Smooth,
cold,
still. 
Burnished and Cared:
Stood there, held for decoration.
That jasper on the shelf.
That little fire rose inside,
burning away its soul.