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boots
hank

my boots are now their own
 1
i have walked them to death
 2
and the right one smiles out the side
 3
while the left endures patiently
 4
paint splotted
 5
cracked and tired but perfectly fitted
 6
they under the weight of my bare feet
 7
have not collapsed while carrying
 8
me all the way here
 9

thrown
out
(killed)
11/08

14 May 08

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splotted makes me think of Pollock, you should nail them to the wall outside so the birds can use them next.
I stumble over they.
 — sir_I_clan

interesting thing happened line 5 i immediately read it as
plaint spotted
 — unknown

i <3 boots
 — adonispillow

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