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little rusty bottlecap
i found you today
here on the curb
where i sat and smoked
fixing a broken shoelace
and i thought, you must be a miracle
some kind of precious metal
magnetic and stuck to my thumb
ugly
but lucky
the missing element in my mojo
(rock,
paper, scissor, bottlecap)
like you
i was born in a factory
i cut my teeth in a fuckery
pop my top and pour myself out
everywhere i go
like
you
i would never call myself a silver dollar
slide
into a jukebox and sing a song
never claim myself a prince
but perhaps
crown myself with jewels anyway
because
i
can make a necklace
with you
and a broken shoelace
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