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  • Little Deb.

    September 5th, 2024

    There was a slight grim feeling on the exhaust.
    Old meme videos of broken platform hikers in white.
    Flea Market Trash;
    I’ve been there, but you know now what you do.
    Make yourself the target.
    Put it there, in blonde pompadour and act like you haven’t been hated awhile.
    Purporting an existence – as if you walk this life.
    Jump in.
    Dive on in.
    Oh, you’re up in there.
    What could that mean to you?
    I wear shoes of many colors,
    Of course the busted-sole cover ones when I need to breathe.
    Old Skool, Low-tops.
    All-black.
    Always on clearance.
    Always cheap.
    Always a half-size up, when I gotta move.
    Gotta go fast, and rattle on like some kid on a buggy.
    Shopping Cart or 36; my mistake,
    That’s different speak around here,
    And I’ve only been using slang..
    But someone always speaks up.
    Interesting.

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