If These Shoes Could Talk
The streets are chilly cold on rubble stone
The sky covers me for the wind has blown
The stars my guest within my humble zone
My shoes rest the night for they have sewn
Two pairs hanging in my homeless throne
Take one if you are less than me a bitter bone
Walk proud my fallen friend so we may prone
Under the heterodox heavens as we walk alone
July.27.2017
TWO PAIR OF SHOES -Contest
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