The question remains
Will you wear me again
Hang me up
Or toss me
Like dirty clothes
Into a basket
In the closet
Waiting for my next turn
When you wear me
I get so tired
Feeling like I need a break
From the repetition
I like being hung to try
All the competition visible
Seeing where I stand
But tossed down
It could be weeks
Before I'm uncovered
Smelling of sweat stains
And mildew
From the pile
You left behind
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