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.
Jan 24, 2011
Jan 24, 2011 at 2:05 PM UTC
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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