My body has footsteps. I do not.
I slide through life on deep thoughts and breaths.
I am passed along in stories, shames, and celebrations.
I have moved across phone wires.
Been drowned 40 proof at night and forgiven by breakfast.
Been resurrected in kindness. Extinguished in rage.
Remembered and forgotten.
But, I do not have footsteps.
I slide through life on deep thoughts and breaths.
I am passed along in stories, shames, and celebrations.
I have moved across phone wires.
Been drowned 40 proof at night and forgiven by breakfast.
Been resurrected in kindness. Extinguished in rage.
Remembered and forgotten.
But, I do not have footsteps.
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