New Shoe
I walk the path of night bare footed cause my shoe was stolen from me.
Though it was tattered but kept the secrets of my legs.
A lost which becomes a blessing to seek a better fit.
I need a new shoe. A shoe that will listen to lullabies and make me look glamorous in the front of the world.
I have learnt the art of 'polishing'. You'll shine throughout our years together.
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