what happen to the rest of me
where are the pieces broken away
chipped tattered scattered and shredded
only the edges reveal some remnant of me
glossy gloomed unpolished floors walked on no more
empty halls
only dusty walls and chandeliers remain here
blemished bleaked tear stain cheeks
exhaling til i fall
wanting to float
drowning in the unknown
root me to something again... again

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