Footwear are heart beats
that walk on the earth,
they lead us to tremors
when they are broken.
Some have great walks
and many soles holed,
polished for pleasures
and to be left alone in grief
Lay in rows many in sizes
ranged from birth to death,
when theyend up in heaps,
no hearts RIP apart!
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