A fiction is woven in silence
the worn out shoes at the door
a house rule observed in compliance
they're neglected and piled up once more
discarded yet thrown all together
worn in but stretched to the sole
it creates a softer creased leather
but odour combined takes it's toll
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 11:57 PM UTC
A fiction is woven in silence
the worn out shoes at the door
a house rule observed in compliance
they're neglected and piled up once more
discarded yet thrown all together
worn in but stretched to the sole
it creates a softer creased leather
but odour combined takes it's toll
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