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Sep 2021
The sock undid me
just a little thing
soft and yellow and drowning in a puddle
I suppose it fell off when the soldiers came
and they ran for it
I wonder where the other one is
perhaps it is clinging to a tiny wriggling foot somewhere
I hope so
Unpolished Ink
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Unpolished Ink
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   Bogdan Dragos
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