Fear, loss; "Attention Drivers
        the white curb is for..."
        I made up the rest of the sentence
        in my blue underwear at midnight,
        while a harvest moon shaved the fields,
        although it was only April,
        but anyway,
        I still had
        this nagging feeling
        that I had
        made the sentence up wrong,
        and so,
        I was afraid of being caught,
        but I lost it
        and took off my shoes.

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