Finally,
you saw me.

You saw me,
held me,
spun me around at the palm of your hand.

But that was it.

As with every shiny coin you used to find,
in a matter of seconds,
the excitement would die down.

In the end,
you would always go back to your wrinkled dollar,
and I --

I would be just another coin
thrown into your well.

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