This was my last sunrise,
and I felt the dissipating clouds seep into my bloodstream,
seep into the synapses in my brain,
reminding me of twilight,
and the desolation it would cause me
Couldn't I have the proxy I was promised,
she had such moxie back in the day,
she was disarming,
and enchanting,
and I recognized her in photographs at the bottom of that shoebox,
She was promised to me,
by me,
many sunrises ago,
when they were innumerable,
But batteries would, too, someday be lifeless,
they were the death of my Teddy Ruxpin,
and they were slowly looking blue,
and so would you,
you, too
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