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Oct 2010
my feet are rough and cold



they pace around the small space of my apartment



they pace back and forth from school to home



click, click, click,



same rhythm, same places



same angry stomp





like impending doom walking down the street



a one girl funeral procession.



they ache



and I try to walk barefoot to soothe them a little



but the cold air stings them



they wont take me farther



they ache



I figured they want to be in covers



stroking anothers feet



toes wiggle



and their somewhat youthful again



painted toe nails



and maybe heels



like young girls feet are suppossed to be



they might glide softly on carpet



or run through soft grass



chase after him.



run after him.



kinda float after him.



thats what they would like



i'm sure of it



why wont she stop ,



walking the same ******* path to nowhere?



they may sigh.



probably cause



they ache.



she aches.
Nessie
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