hoard
Its everywhere around the room
Piles are here and there
bulging from the drawers unraveled and unmaintained
years of memories stacked all the way to the ceiling
its here there everywhere no room to put the puzzles together
cant seem to put my foot down but I let you In
I let you grow into something berserkI must sweep and throw them away
Oh but that one looks nice!
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