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The Sock

Just for fun... The Sock Is there anything lonelier than discarded clothing? A sign of disappointment, of rejection, of loathing Threadbare and stained, no fight left within Wondering what events caused this great sin Did you wear out your welcome, what did you do? Was it a weakness of cotton That allowed the big toe to come through? Was it your owner’s odd gait that wore through the heel? Taking the blame, how did that feel? Was your partner discarded or saved for another Pair that shares the same fate and just the right color?

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Book: Shattered Sighs