Finding lost socks

Finding those minuscule fragments of my soul,
I equate to finding long lost socks.
Some behind the dryer vent, under the divan and some chewed up by my dog.
But I was elated just the same, to find those individuals that once made a pair complete.
As if they were my words that I had neglected long ago and now are back with me, their mate.

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