I often marvel
at an antique show
how the past comes and goes
The story behind every chair
Every table common or rare
What does it know from the past
when it was shinny without a crack
Did it see happiness or was it covered black?
And how did the object flow to a dealer like me
who buys and sells destiny
I sometimes gaze into the eyes
of someone who buys
thinking if past lives are true
they need their old teddy to start anew
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