Poor Things MY Clothes Hangers are finding the clothes heavyHelpless dust is adhering to gravityHope filled closet keeps staring at me‘Hang on a little more’ I say, ‘Will soon come to thee.’ MY Foot Wears Magic they long for, for the momentMoving to adventurous places, they dreamMask of dust is making there look filthy‘Master, Master’… Read More poOr tHinGs