We go through our days

Like we go through our wardrobe 

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Neatly stacked in dresser drawers

Folded clothes

or hanging in the closet

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Now they are laid out

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Then wearing them for a while

Confident or confined

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Dropping into the laundry 

Rinse and repeat until it’s finished

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Some days I like better

And some I love more

Others don’t suit me at all

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If I need another, I go to the shopping mall

The threads of my dreams

And also nightmares 

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Always in some way, they protect me

Communicate to others

And keep me warm

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Some hours I wear over and over

Through thick and thin

Through the best times 

Until somehow

in some way

they begin again

Recycled with no question 

Our styles make their impression

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