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 The bright, red shoes The Bright, Red Shoes In the store, through the plastic bag, beside the fat, grey door, out of the tall, glass building, through the trunk of the car, on someone’s dirty feet, with some tan-colored socks, in a puddle of mushy, brown, mud, from the feet, to a trash bag, within a garbage can, in the garbage truck, next to piece of trash, beyond the hot, burning fire, toward the incinerator, in the flames of the fire, into another life. Article posted February 17, 2012 at 10:20 PM • comment • Reads 724 • see all articles |
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