pile of clothes there.
random bits of mess
scattered in between.
clutter.
i can't seem to get away from it.
i feel that i'm constantly
cleaning.
straightening up.
putting away.
and i can never tell when i'm done.
clutter.
the stacks, piles, bits and mess
feel like they're spilling into the rest
of my life
till nothing seems to get accomplished.
clutter. clutter. clutter.
even these words i write...
clutter.
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