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Boxes stacked a mile high.
Nothing in its proper place.
Squeezing through the clutter.
Figuring out what to keep and what to get rid of.
Things are broken from being bumped.
Components lost in transit.
Old treasures rediscovered.
Tempers flare from the stress.
People storm out to cool off.
Before making order from chaos.
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Amethyst Champagne
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the madness in moving clearly depicted in the poem 😁 Creatively written, Amethyst~ ❤️