springs have sprung
staring at my clockwork pieces
sadly, awkwardly strewn around
me
little, disjointed me
pushed and pulled and
stretch and squashed
the breaking smooth
a little shock and a laugh at a time
until the laughter is all gone
now the children stand amidst
my ruin
picking me over for parts to play with
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