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Salt me away,

a hardtack

backpocket

8th inning marvel;

ready for ripping,

full of promise,

yet squirrelled:

I embarras you,

enrage you

with my identity;

reminding you

of your cache,

deep

in the heart,

when you -

divested from hope -

put your future

in a shiny basket,

socked away,

for a rain that never arrives,

gleaming and

white and

unused while

we lay in bed,

unsatisfied and

incomplete.