Scratch Test

The pendant, so beautiful, so bright
Wasn't for me
So I took it to someone
Who I thought could see
The beauty that I saw
But couldn't wear
I thought I was doing good
Until I got there
There wasn't a stamp
To show it was gold
Even though it appeared
And I was told
So a scratch test was employed
The beauty was stolen
The pendant destroyed

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