keep me up, higher, higher until
i belong to a pedestal, admired
yet forsaken, maybe unreal
keep me singing, like a lady
singing beautifully, yet hidden
inside that tiny victorian music machine
keep me still, a statue
of endless and directionless stares
dressed to perfection, yet unable to move
keep me away, closely away until
time comes for a garage sale
and you're ready to move on.
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~Nikki~