Katherine Miller
Sitting on top of the whiteboard,
Alone but crowded to find a place,
Unique but there are so many others like me,
That I cannot feel special.
What is my true purpose?
Merely a toy or novelty item?
A candy device?
Or merely a mild reminder of memories that people used to have?
Isn’t that a reminder of life?
Are we just someone who is there for fun?
A simple machine?
Something that will bring up memories when people see our gravestones,
Yet overlooked so many times.
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