Wednesday, February 11, 2015

twice around

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it hurts, this rub, this pulled
tag of skin
on your heel. you've
walked too far
in these new shoes,
tied tight and hard.
it stings, this pink
blister burst
and bloodied on your sock.
but you had to get around
the lake, once more,
to do less would mean
age is winning, so
you had to walk.
a price paid,
and will be paid again,
once healed.

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