the rain falls down the window

i see my reflection in the cement

the world goes by (as i'm trapped here)

caught up in it's moment

i sit here in the corner

as the people pass me by

you lift me up and love me

then leave me here to die

so dust me off and put me back

on your shelf of figuirines

the epitomy of eyesores

to all, but you, it seems

-name of author not posted

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