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Small Change May 2016
I feel the need to discard
These shoes that have brought me here
Kick off and clean the mud
That has gathered over the years

Full of scars
Full of nicotine
Full of drunkenness
Full of death

Discarded but never forgotten
How could they be
They are part of who I am

— The End —