| The bottoms of my feet are browned... From standing on, From going to and coming from (From all the places I haven't been). I am perched on 20 years of calloused soles from walking in one place, from here to nowhere at all. My first thought was on only how to remedy, my second, "Why?" I manipulate the non-malleable (dreams/wishes) to no avail. If my thoughts alone decided my locations, How dark would my soles be then? What shade of duration would they bare? | |
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