Boots
- Ariana Weindling
- Nov 29, 2017
- 1 min read
You walk all over
me.
Your feet
pavemented
through my soul.
You don’t think about
me.
You just walk.
What are you
without me?
Dirt. Soil. Filth.
Nothing.
But with me
you’re pure, clean, surfaced, you’re
welcome.
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