Useless like the retina's of eyes detached
from their sockets to avoid crying.
Removed like fingernail crud
that clawed at my back
when we used to make love.
Now it is lost like a laundry sock,
or,
house keys of a home we once built;
foundations on sand.
You slipped...
through my fingers.
Nameless you'll remain
until i revoke your shame.
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