My suit does not wear me, but
without me it is empty. I stoop
to tie my lace; it bends with me.
At day’s end, we climb the stairs,
undress, and hang each other
in the dark wardrobe of sleep.
without me it is empty. I stoop
to tie my lace; it bends with me.
At day’s end, we climb the stairs,
undress, and hang each other
in the dark wardrobe of sleep.

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