She felt like a load of laundry.
Wrung out.
Hung to dry.
Then left in the hamper far too long.
Forgotten forged from procrastination.
Spilled out onto the surface half-hazardously.
Tumbling from the presuppose of unstable foundation.
Sorted piece by piece into hastily folded piles of discard.
Left with mismatched halves, their counterparts out in the world unknown. Never again to be whole.

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