Another dinosaur? Thousand and four.
Action figure?
Great. A million eight-
year-olds
celebrating all that I have.
Play again, again,
and again and laugh.
And the camera
never stops staring.
I am told that
life is about sharing.
So take the toys.
You can have them for free.
But can't I have,
can't I just keep, well, me?
I had a friend.
We'd solve all troubles.
His special name
was Maximus Bubbles.
No longer new,
didn't have the features,
had to make way
for the shiny creatures.
I wish those toys
would come to life and leave
me alone on my own
to make believe.
I miss Bubbles and
our wide empty space.
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