The closets are filled with junk

Piles and piles of old things

Should have been sorted ages a go

Finally unlocking the door

Allowing the items to spill onto the floor

Like a scary sea of memories

Time that was never picked through properly

A few of the items are worn out and tattered

No longer of any use to me

Once had value, no longer has a place in my home

But many of these old things

The majority of the pile

Are still shiny and new as the day they appeared

Barely used but most needed

A few of my things are still good

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