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Feb 2015
new, warm, cozy
became
threadbare, faded hope
that -- with each wash --
became weaker.
i held on until the holes caused blisters,
and regrettingly disposed of my
tattered protection.
barefoot, i feel everything.
what kind of socks walk all over **you?
baselessfears
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baselessfears  ohio
(ohio)   
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