breakfast machineA Poem by MelissaThis is about feeling all used up and wondering if you've emptied yourself for others until there's nothing left and you are reduced to your function. -a machine
Is there anything left in there,
or did it all dry up and blow away years ago with all those tears- Balled up in a tissue, long ago carted off to the dump. All things to all people- but nothing to myself (but a horse and buggy, "Can I help you?", breakfast machine.)
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