your closet that you don't need
anymore,
besides the shoes
and shirts,
the pants,
the overcoats, what about
all those skeletons
that hang there
on a wire hanger,
reminding you of
your other self,
the old self you ran
from when you turned
over that final leaf,
promising
to do better,
to be better,
to no longer make the same
mistakes
you've repeated so often.
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