Nothing There

Horde of titanium, no longer strong.
Gray hair flapping, wet and long.
Mold and mildew gathering
on white that once was glistening.

It really doesn't matter anymore.
They gave it up and walked right out the door.
Comfort owned - disposable displays.
They never tried to find another way.

Zero balance, startling.
It spoke in reams of paper things.
Ultimately, nothing there at all...

? Michaelette ?

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