She’s got the socks on
I still contemplate
Framed on a reflection
Man to the left
One to the right
Drizzle pouring in
The frame’s a crowd now
A year gone down
Left a seed at my core
Split and multiply?
Stuck at a prayer
She’s can’t know
Or does she now?
One’s taken and
Another’s twitching
The arm’s taken me
And I’m lost to all
To be let go again
In days and trains
And pints of pain
Shrieks, slides, exits
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