Purpose withheld

Locked up alone

In darken room

Still and lifeless

Purpose now denied

 

They droop there,

no longer to feel

the touch of lips

Or warm another

 

Stood in uniformity

Lined in neat rows

Never to be held

Never to be used

 

Bone china sets

Just left on shelves

Doorway to memories

Their purpose withheld

 

They resign themselves to their fate

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