One is the Loneliest NumberA Poem by Nessa AurinkoIt's about socks.We
were created together on a sewing machine. Two
pieces of the exact same puzzle, from
the exact same mold to be paired for eternity. Or
so I thought. We
went through so much together, you and I. Red
polka-dots in a sea of white, black, and sometimes zebra print: We
stood out. We
stood together. We
were stomped on, dripped on, dragged
through the mud; and
you developed a hole in the toe from
being put through your paces. We
were so well-worn and were well-washed also. But
one day, one fateful day, we
went in together like soldiers into battle, but
I came out the sole survivor of the spin cycle. They
tried to match me to another pair: argyle,
stripes, flower print; but
nothing fit like you did, and
nothing ever will. It sucks to be a single sock. © 2011 Nessa AurinkoReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 3, 2011 Last Updated on December 3, 2011 AuthorNessa AurinkoVancouver, CanadaAboutWherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine. - Anthony J. D'Angelo more..Writing
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