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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