I travelled long
with my companions.
Cracked and weary,
their plastic smiles
painted in place.
I no longer need them,
their quiet obedience.
I am quite content
to be on my own,
but who will take care of them?
Broken and battered,
their lonely smiles
out of place
in this unfamiliar room.
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