weird poem about my closet

closet floor is littered

with worn out chucks

and ballet flats, couple pairs of heels

my motorcycle boots look up

at my calvin klein suits

a curious glance between strangers

cardigan sets, hoodies folded and stacked

with equal precision

prepared to cover my tattoos

a slim korean, romanian figure

urban satchels whisper softly

shiny oversized bags, lean in to listen

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