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Back in the corner of the closet they rest covered in layers of dust so thick I can barely see their color but I remember the days of trust I placed in them on ladders dragging the hose through mud standing before the radial saw cutting with fear of drawing blood Yes they are quite ugly scuffed and parting at seams soles worn and getting holey walked through broken dreams But I’ve got more work to do I shake off the past with their dust put on these old shoes cozy and true and step into another future with trust.
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Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 5:30 PM UTC
These Old Shoes
Back in the corner of the closet they rest covered in layers of dust so thick I can barely see their color but I remember the days of trust I placed in them on ladders dragging the hose through mud standing before the radial saw cutting with fear of drawing blood Yes they are quite ugly scuffed and parting at seams soles worn and getting holey walked through broken dreams But I’ve got more work to do I shake off the past with their dust put on these old shoes cozy and true and step into another future with trust.
glenn-currier
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Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 5:30 PM UTC
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