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Odd Sock
Strewn on a beach
Threads exposed
Elastic challenged by extremes
But vibrant and undefeated
For it was only Spring
So far it had only ever known being wanted
From the excitement of the designer
To the machinery operator's efficiency
Perfectly paired
High end packaging
Sitting for the shortest time 'on the shelf'
No name though - why was that?
But yes, a favourite
Chosen first, washed with non biological
Dried on the line, pegged up proudly
Until the day of sandy toes, distractions and chaos
Buried.
With no eyes there was no way of knowing
Feelings were dampened
Sensations became heavy and cold
The time that passed was the longest of lonely
But this was a blip, no reason to fixate
There was usually no time to think
Now it was all thinking time
Like a loop of mathematical misunderstandings
Why was I loved?
I was bright, new, well packaged
What is the norm?
Being loved and wanted
It only knew repeating patterns
Beautiful repeating patterns
Time passed, new patterns
Still beautiful
Lit by the moon with the sea visiting
Becoming shelter for others that snuggled in
Wear and tear a realisation for any reality
Then came the day it was 'picked'
Placed in packaging again!
The warmth of plastic
Then the despair of how days end
New patterns, no visitors, unpleasant smells
Lasting loneliness
No more safe handling
Fortune fades
As does fabric
There's always the next life
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Di11y Da11y
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