I give a gift with the understanding
It can be done with it as one pleases
Hoping that it would be cherished
Understanding it could be forgotten
That it could be discarded
Or thrown to the ground
Perhaps crushed wilfully
Without regard for the life
That beat and glowed within
These are the rules we live by
Once it is given
It no longer belongs to you
Though you feel how it is held
Or how it grows cold in isolation
How it thrives
Or how it withers and dies.
Art is a gift in this way also
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