I open the closet door
in the basement
and see the old art that once
hung on
my walls.
dust covered, no longer giving
me that
desire
to hang them up again.
i'm sort of done with them.
there is no joy in these
pictures, art, paintings
from the past.
the ex is part of this too.
done and out to the curb they
all go.
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