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Memory On Our Shoes

We earn our scars When destiny arrives to kneel At our feet. It is death that kisses our Shoes, Then simply turns and exits, Leaving lip marks On worn leather. It is time that Teathers thick hide. We can look down And know the travels Of our soles And though the lip marks May fade, We will always know they Were once there.

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Date: 4/14/2020 5:35:00 PM
Wonderful musings and beautifully penned. I like your thoughts here. JC Hawkens
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