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Nov 2016
Another year passes, softness slowly looms.
Another pair bought on a Sunday afternoon.

Bare feet incarcerated, plush warmth
scuffing blue carpets,
Sound is numbed and Feeling stifled.

The foot, wearing sore as the day drags on,
pines for evening,
and comfort.
Written by
Dominic Clarke
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