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Clutter
I unpacked various belongings
Dusty packages and rotting cardboard
In the cobwebbed clutter of my mind
How it asks to be opened
How it begs to be discovered
With a rusted boxcutter
I sliced them apart, a bloody mess of my heart
Scattered on the ground
Untidy attic..
Traversing a journal jungle
Splattered ink and torn documents
Postcards and albums
Intrude my memory
I fucking hate unboxing..
“Rip us up!” They cry
“Might as well..” I sigh
These historic items of mine
Have become a junkyard overtime
Seems the others can’t read or write
Time to move out, I say
Dumping gasoline, to secure my getaway
Dusty packages and rotting cardboard
In the cobwebbed clutter of my mind
How it asks to be opened
How it begs to be discovered
With a rusted boxcutter
I sliced them apart, a bloody mess of my heart
Scattered on the ground
Untidy attic..
Traversing a journal jungle
Splattered ink and torn documents
Postcards and albums
Intrude my memory
I fucking hate unboxing..
“Rip us up!” They cry
“Might as well..” I sigh
These historic items of mine
Have become a junkyard overtime
Seems the others can’t read or write
Time to move out, I say
Dumping gasoline, to secure my getaway
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