i have this sock,
it has a hole now.
the thinner threads tore, finally;
from daily wear and tear.
my big toe protrudes;
attracting quiet glances
that don't see my sock anymore,
just what it was trying to conceal.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 4:12 AM UTC
i have this sock,
it has a hole now.
the thinner threads tore, finally;
from daily wear and tear.
my big toe protrudes;
attracting quiet glances
that don't see my sock anymore,
just what it was trying to conceal.
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