i'm beads of successes and failures strung loosely around your neck. when the weight of one exceeds the other i'm tossed in the corner. left clinging to dust and chewed gum. to you, i'm not something worn proudly (a chore to put on). neither talisman or trinket, to you. is it because i'm worn out? thread barren? or do i itch the soft subtle skin
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