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Feb 2013
My first pair of converse I couldn't wait to wear.
I look back now and see you're not there.

Naive and careless, I put them on with bare-feet.
Left blisters, sores, and a burning heat.

Now they fit quite perfect comfy and worn.
Unlike you, I'm left with this heart, broken and torn.
Maddie
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Maddie
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