Sole
There’s a hole in my sole and the shallow puddles seep cold into my shoe, with bubbles gurgling as fish do in films. These can spreadlike the third eye of a reptile, covering our feelings and the holes in our souls. < back |
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Sole
There’s a hole in my sole and the shallow puddles seep cold into my shoe, with bubbles gurgling as fish do in films. These can spreadlike the third eye of a reptile, covering our feelings and the holes in our souls. < back |
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