sneaker
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Walk a mile in my shoes
With the holes in the toes
I don’t have any goals
And everybody’s smoking bowls
I wish I had the courage
round, starry, sponge eyes,
burst under spiderweb lashes.
dark scrapes on the knee
make war paint from life's crashes.
full, furry eyebrows,
tattooed with a crayola green,
