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I am a stuffed animal
Exquisite appearance, gorgeous dressed
God's gracious build me out
Be put on the glittering and translucent glass table
The feasting and revelry, figure cross that outside the window
is my all day long cyclic life
The attentive person pass by
eye-contact with me
The interested person pass by
nod smilingly with me
I am not in a hurry
Time is pleasure of leisure
I am not afraid
To be happy with the years passed no mark
Unfortunately
Untimely man disturbed my life
Cursory brought me back
He wore a brocade for me
He crowned me
He dressed me up as a princely princess
Haughty in the royal place
He was warmed to me
He smiled at me
He held me high as a happy angel
I was floating in the sea of dreams
To his noble gifts
And his tender care
I panicked
But was delighted
The glare of the sun disorientated my heart
The nice fresh wind blew away my mind
I sat alone at one end of the hall
Overlooking the living beings
Particularly enchanting
I forget myself
I lose myself
A fool
Always imagined the noble and happy
Silly thought
Everything that is owned is a timeless treasure
Time is inexorable
Years are silent
God’s love is not always long and meek
The gifts and cares of the master are as impermanent and ephemeral
My self-styled happy life
It’s crumbing and tearing little by little
Poor fellow
Was gradually forgotten in the corner of the world
With the arrival of new stuffed animal
I am sad all night
I cried day and day
The new toy was standing proudly
The lonely toy in silence with head drooping
The master’s shadow faded away
The tired body was dusty
Ridicule
Sarcasm
Heavy hit on my gorgeous dress
I started to care
I begun to understand
That beautiful givens
Still cannot changed my own destiny
My identity is still a long topic
Then
I start to fit
I get used to it
I used to upset
An unacceptably forgotten life
It’s just that
But the warmth of human beings
Cold reality
It’s more than that
The master of the past tenderness
Now walk slowly in front of me
He pick me up
Sighing for me
The just a little hope of mine
is out of the elimination
under the curve of his throw
I inhabit in a dirty trash can
I live in a rotting garbage
The past is proud of its
Glamour
Was out of sight
In the dust and decay
Finally
I begin to know
I begin to understand
Actually
I’ve always been just a stuffed animal
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