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Shoes over the wire

by @PTH

It’s not your shoes at all, actually. It’s the way you tie them: firmly, decisively You have good, strong hands: Van Gogh’s starry night, Michaelangelo’s David, and your hands. You have a very specific way of holding onto things all at once or not at all The mountain ridges of your knuckles. But how could I explain a thing like that? Instead, I say: “I saw someone with your shoes, the purple new balance 360s, and it made me miss you.” But what it is, what it really is, is I saw those shoes and I saw hands that were not yours tying them.
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