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Sock

Misplaced I am to you,
like the argyle sock beheath your bed.
Sometimes, tossed into the array of the closet floor.
Instead of searching,
a mismatch prances in with feminine grace.
Feeling awkward at first,
but she fills the mold well enough,
or maybe too well.
Misplaced I am to you.
Here I wait on the oak floor boards,
left to collaborate amongst dust bunnies.
I hate those damn bunnies.

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