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The laces of his work boots had slowly Come undone, After a long and exhausting life- They finally released. Lanky strings hung over the sides of Pale leather with Purplish scars, From cement. There was blood on the sidewalk. He took off his boots that night And placed them in the back of his closet Next to the skeleton of an older pair.
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Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 11:19 PM UTC
Boots and Bones
The laces of his work boots had slowly Come undone, After a long and exhausting life- They finally released. Lanky strings hung over the sides of Pale leather with Purplish scars, From cement. There was blood on the sidewalk. He took off his boots that night And placed them in the back of his closet Next to the skeleton of an older pair.
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17/F/New York
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 11:19 PM UTC
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