Are You Reading Me?
Monday, December 02, 2013
Scuffed
I saw the old sole
its tongue hanging out
as though it were trying to scream
about every hole
that's starting to sprout
the thread barely holding each seam
we all have a role
while running about—
for glory we forfeit our gleam.
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