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Four Skinny Trees

My prose poem is about my favorite object in the world, my familiar jingle, the way it feels around my neck—cold, metallic, the story behind them no one knows. An air of mystery surrounds them but they're not alone. On the relaxing metallic chain lay not one, not two, but three glorious dog tags and a zodiac sign, the virgin, a meaningful expression of loyalty, dignity, pride, and honor, as well as my belief in all things spiritual, my very own charismata. It symbolizes to me my eternal march, my never- ending obedience, no man left behind, no woman left behind, nobody left behind, as we move on to the future. Forget the past, on my march into nirvana, these are the things my necklace symbolizes. This is why it's special to me.