Without organization,
a coat,
lonely for companionship
hangs without distinction,
a country away from newness
where its cloth once
renewed its owner
with warmth
now holds those truths
in forever silence
with empty pockets
abandoned
into solitary disgrace,
Its threads softening
Into age from idle time
while fading to
the fallen and
the relinquished,
the lost
but not found.
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