full of cracks and scratches
making screeching sounds
i am kept around
because i remind you
of when things were more
simple and more innocent
though ive always been
broken and spinning
in circles
maybe
you see the beauty
in a broken thing
that is fragile
and tormented
maybe
if you fill in
all of the cracks
with a bit
of gold flake
it's not forever
but i will be new
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