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