A Home Of Shoes
There are too many shoes in here
How could they gather like this,
at my place like it's some sort of home.
You only wear shoes for one season
everyone knows that,
it must be my bad for allowing them here.
I don't even know what to do with them all
I threw away many in a good attempt last spring
I guess it didn't change much
I built a home out of seasons of shoes.
How sneaky life can be
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