Things around me were collected
Sit every where
Encroach the space
Most are not used
In a hope for a day
Things around me were selected
Sit with the hope
Collected and selected
Look at me
I feel both are
Useless for me
Things and me
Need a change of course
To find a space
Must clean as a saint
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