Sentimental Heritage
I have deep mania
for my black shoes
detached from the soles, with
dirty soil of the earth...
My faded shirt
sweaty from my tiredness...
My shorts almost worn
by the smear of life and the
eld machine washes...
I love these things and when i leave
this site, is my primal heritage
of my longing and presence...
So I ask myself:
will they miss me...!?
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