It's not mine until I've broke ituntil I've lost at least one missile
I can't say I've really owned it till
I put the stickers on crooked a little
Until my fingers smudge the chrome
and the plastic's lost its shine
and I lost the box and styrofoam
and I transformed it fifty times
Until the yellowed robot plastic
because of stress marks comes undone
Only then can I say I loved it
And, yeah I had that one
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