Friday, March 4, 2011

The tale of a lonely sock

One always goes missing.

Always together you and I

we were a team

I went where you did and you where I

until one day it all changed.

Washing machine, that evil thing

it's filled with trolls- everyone knows.

I came back home and you were gone

never again did I see you.

Alone, forever, in this cold drawer.


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