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My Shoes

They are old, flaking, Peeling from the root up, inheriting Two Souls: That of some faceless creature before me, Faceless but soulful and charitable and Dead Probably, but I'll never know. And mine. Shaping and misshaping Their worn out insides, Letting them know they're mine now, These twisted string ties are mine now, These thick rubber roots are mine now, This red. O this glowing patent red Was always mine, I just didn't know yet.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 6/30/2011 12:08:00 PM
It has been a pleasure reading your poetry today Gracie. I will be back again soon to read more. Hoping you find your soul filled with inspiration today and everyday and may your writing endeavors come to be. Love, Carol
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