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Closeted

Night wrinkles on dim hangers. Bell-bottom pants, two-toned platform shoes, a `kipper' tie, unhinge from time and mind. The closet door clicks shut. Empty hangers swing-on in the dark, rocked now by the surviving members of every rock band that ever broke up.

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