The core of being
Scooped out 
Like ice cream
Left to melt it seems
On the kitchen side 
Sugary, sticky residue 
The uncomfortable remains
Of purpose and memory
Just a smear
Weightless

A hollow shell
A phantom 
Walking halls
Sandwiched covers on
A pageless memoir
A fiction without meaning
Without character 
Revealing all and nothing
Left in between
Weightless

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