Sole Ties.

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New shoes on an old walk.
Thinking shit but feeling legit as I stride in shiny kicks and guitar licks prick my lobes.
I go slow…
Then fast with the last of the sun and crumbs of tobacco that burns down to the bones of my first two fingers.
Linger about the entrance
as I’m too early to be late…
Unfurling of fists clenched as I take in the stench
Of this decomposed life.

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