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Jan 2011
This morning

I fell awake

To my stomach running

Scared

With shoes made of worry

Again

So I reached down my throat

To scrape every shoe

Off of my tender insides

When I felt one

I snatched it out

Confidently

Seeing that it wasn't a shoe

But advice

To my feet.
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Written by
Demetri Kirkland
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