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Hoarding
I keep everything I don’t even want.
Things that make me sad.
Like old tennis shoes.
That are stained with mud.
Scratched and tattered with memories.
So I-
Put them in a closet for safe keeping.
Keeping them safe in the shadows.
Where they can be buried under something better.
Just seems-
More comfortable to me.
Just seems-
Harmless to me.
I keep everything I don’t even want.
Gritting my teeth.
And shoving shoes.
As if that will make them disappear.
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Angelica Tao
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