Dylan Hock

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shoes
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antique brown
disheveled in front of
mmmmmmmthe hall closet
dark pits in their soles
awash in white carpet
a few years beaten and
stained without attention by
mmmmmmmthe traffic of feet
oblivious to the love
mmmmmmmmmmfootsies can bring
between friends and
mmmmmmmmmmlovers' spats
droll as old gray socks
with holey toes
swept under the doormat
like an old key
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