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Splattered paint on jeans like a mural cover cold pale legs on a moving train Converses beaten with color show a rainbow of hard work done by the feet it keeps warm I don't know the face beside me and I dare not look I don't want to judge a book by the cover fot it is more important to judge their shoes The sneakers cry creativity, art, and passion And his body remains as still as a painting The sneakers finally shift and leave at 14th Street Only for a pair of black boots to take its position Bye bye motley Converses
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
Stranger Beside Me on the Train
Splattered paint on jeans like a mural cover cold pale legs on a moving train Converses beaten with color show a rainbow of hard work done by the feet it keeps warm I don't know the face beside me and I dare not look I don't want to judge a book by the cover fot it is more important to judge their shoes The sneakers cry creativity, art, and passion And his body remains as still as a painting The sneakers finally shift and leave at 14th Street Only for a pair of black boots to take its position Bye bye motley Converses
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
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