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LOST SOCK
lost sock
damp sponge
wet
blanket
cold
fish
I see your name up
in lights however
straining my eyes
to read
the letters
from my worm’s eye
view so close to the ground
your
vapid theme
unless I am
missing something, actually,
missing
everything
the meaning of a poem
still escaping me
still seeming
like something
magically
conjured out
of thin air
cannot imagine how
hard I would lose, how
shown up
I would feel going
one on one, head
to
head with you
seriously needing
to improve my game
pump up
my action not
to feel so steamrollered
when your next
exquisite
petite volume
voluminously appears
lost sock
damp sponge
even if I should win
no achievement here
