My Muse


I sleep, I see shoes
I wake up, I see shoes
I breathe, I see shoes
I smile, I see shoes
shoes are my muse
shoes are my box of Kleenex
where I spit away my sorrows and
take on my pain
shoes are my handbag
my joy, my love, my instrument
shoes are my visits to the orthopedic


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