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[stolen_property]

Bitter Sock

Feeling an endless spin
Torn from your day
I fear the electrostatic charge
All of this after the rain
Segregated by colour
Cleansed and re-born
I can hear you calling
Given purpose again
Unwanted when my spirit was worn
A victim of the blame
Run me a bath
Like an addict
Only to be used
To dull the senses