Bending My Nikes.

Crease amongst flexed tennis, darting along sable alleyways with pig feet warm nigh. Mud puddles chunky like an adhesive dueling freedom. Frayed canvas exposing beat tempo. Running white laces flow past aperture trudging through stock cracks in concrete. I slipped and was quickly hanged by polyester string. Nimble split soles as they dance around iniquity; Quite plush, welcoming role as heel, all while tip-toeing checks and balance.

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