hoarding
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You move to unzip the back of my dress-
(the white one probably, tight and very couture
which might be irrelevant,
but adds to the overture)
-but keep pulling the metal tab
down the gray train tracks
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
