Spare Parts
A reservation, a set aside
An extra part, I'm called a spare part
Who fulfills something empty
Who fulfills something lost.
Others like me are fortunate
They're not a reservation anymore
Unlike me who's fate is starred
Forever I am a spare part.
So I call on my fellow spare parts
To meet and greet
Doesn't mean we're an extra
We can't create what they just did.
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