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By Varda Date: 2005 Mar 26 Comment on this Work [[2005.03.26.18.06.12088]] |
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One shoe, in an overnight bag, with rubber and laces and canvas of blue. One shoe, in the corner of a parking lot furthest from the building, now covered in dew. One shoe, in a flesh-seeking frenzy, fell from the car window last night, around two. One shoe abandoned, ironically, a decaying testament of me and of you. |