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I'd Not Place Myself In Your Shoes

i'd lent you my shoes

so you could place

yourself

in my world.

isn't that what you told me?

you wanted to see the world i live in?

because it seems as if my imaginations

were infinity

as we trace the stars in the dark,

ebony nights?

that my memories are like a river?

overflowing with details unforgettable

no matter how small they are?

or did you lose interest when you saw

how damaged my shoes are?

it matters on how one lives.

your petty pretty shoes

are

always

treated like a queen,

anyway.

squeaky clean,

always trying to avoid anything

to get dirt on it.

-n.d.