Rhetorical Devices In The Lumber Room

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In this drawer I rest all alone but even with my unconquerable soul loneliness is my kryptonite, to find someone to match me is my ultimate goal. But, I am just a sock I am not a brave knight, But, in the fell clutch of circumstance, I will continue to fight. I shall not fall for trance, Until I find the holy light. Wait, what is that? Could it truly be? A match that was only made for me She was right there underneath the mat.