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THE DOOR THAT BARELY CLOSES,
THE ONE THAT'S IN THE HALL,
PACKED FULL OF USELESS THINGS,
OF WHAT WE COULD NOT TELL.
WALK ON BY,
DON'T EVEN LOOK,
OOVERWHELMED BY JUST THE THOUGHT,
OF TACKLING SUCH A MESS.
A HORRENDOUS CRASH!!!
THE DOOR BURST WIDE!!!
THE CONTENTS SPILLING OUT!!!
ALL NOW IN THE HALL...
PUT OFF LONG ENOUGH,
TIME TO CLEAN THE CLOSET,
NO LONGER WILL IT WAIT.
PIECE BY PIECE..
ONE BY ONE..
SORTING THROUGH IT ALL.
THERE'S THAT TOOL,
THAT STACK OF PAPERS,
I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR,
SO THIS IS WHERE THEY'VE BEEN.
IT TAKES MOST OF THE DAY,
PART OF THE NIGHT,
BUT NOW...
IT'S FINALLY DONE.
FOUND A BUNCH OF THINGS,
FORGOTTEN THAT WE HAD.
AND SO IS TRUE
WITH OURSELVES,
THE PLACES WE CHOOSE NOT TO LOOK,
TO BECOME UNRULY MESSES.
BUT ONLY WHEN WE DO..
WHEN NO LONGER BE IGNORED,
CAN WE CLEANSE OURSELVES,
AND WASH AWAY THE CLUTTER,
AND LET US BE FREE....
ONCE MORE.
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THE CLUTTERED CLOSET
THE CLUTTERED CLOSET
