Tue, 04/18/2017 - 11:41 -- ACME

My Converse.

Black faded into grey.

Splattered with pink, brown, and white.

Throw them away? One day I may.

But they are not just shoes to me. They took me to new hieghts.

With them I walked miles.

Saw a bunch of new things.

With them I walk freestyle.

They're part of my swing.

So they sit in my clost for the occational use.

Simply because they still keep me footloose.



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