When you put your socks in the washing machine, the socks are usually in pairs. After you take them out, their pairs are almost impossible to find. This is just like soul mates. They were once together just like the socks were once. Then, the were separated. It was a Herculean task to find each other, but somehow, they did.
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short poems
Poetrythese are just some random thoughts turned to some type of poetry I guess? I'm not a great poet so this is probably gonna be trash but oh well. Update: most of these are junk about a lonely boring life.
