Prompt for November 30: Four Line Poem about Fidgeting

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[Prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ .]

Circlet of gold moves to and fro,
Gliding across slender finger of ivory.
A cringe when the realization hits:
She’s trading one prison for another.

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