Boots

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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