Shoe Court
You turn your glare
upon me,
I am cross-examined...
I look down,
to escape your tone...
I study my shoes..
the miles they've gone,
a hole in my soul...
the tear drops,
upon my toe..
It's journey
from eye to shoe,
a split second
representing years..
upon me,
I am cross-examined...
I look down,
to escape your tone...
I study my shoes..
the miles they've gone,
a hole in my soul...
the tear drops,
upon my toe..
It's journey
from eye to shoe,
a split second
representing years..
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