This will be where I write my poems from here on out. I do not have a specific agenda for releasing them, nor do I intend to publish them. This is just a document where I can place my thoughts down in the art of poetry. All of this is original work...
What secrets have you woven in your old withered fabric?
A shoe of the summer, worn in the heat,
with neat velcro, different from so many of laces.
You have been places, right-footed shoe, carrying the weight of a young person's youth.
Shoe, shoe, with the stars on your soul, have you protected your wearer's heel with your shields?
Did your user notice the eight, in the back of its gate?
Did they see that you were the noble guardian of in which they tread, saving your master from uncountless dread?
Oh, but poor shoe, you're beyond your time. In a few more rhymes you'll just be sold for a dime, or maybe be placed in a dark hollow place.
In the end, little shoe, your fate shall be filled with sorrow, cast away once you are so far spent that your master will no longer save you from permanent dismantlement.
No, your master won't repent for your mistreatment. Won't even shed a tear, when you're smeared with disgusting gore. Allas, you will be worn no more.
Even when your master has heard this rhyme, they will only forget...in due time.
Shoe in question:
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