Nobody remembered where he came from.
Nobody touches him unless they have to.
Nobody remembered the carve marks, gold paint or lost key.
Nobody touches the rusted hinge or gapping hole.

He was once loved and played with everyday.
He is old, and worthless.
He was happy and sprang to life for a child.
He is what scares children when they hid behind mommy.

Somebody gave him as a Christmas present.
Somebody tries to sell him, three pence or best offer.
Somebody gave away his key and didn't know it.
Somebody tries to bury him, in a chest, beneath the stuffed dolls and metal trains, porcelain clowns and teddy bears, and the tattered dressed twisted stringed marionettes.

Nobody cared when his spring was broken.
Nobody cares if they find him.
Nobody cared when they called him an evil wizard punished for his crimes.
Nobody cares that he is waiting for someone, to fix him.

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