Forsaken
A haggard bit of burnt toast
long since bruise-colored
forlorn, it keeps to itself
'midst crumbs indeterminate
Scuff marks from stylish pumps
as dull now as the coat of
neglect draped over the floor
onto which shone Andromeda
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