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Leather laced and locking these hearts and toes together
And fancied after destinations farther on up the road.
Traipsing through and tracking in that dried up May dirt of plantations of old
Of a time when nothing existed North of Carolina but the sweet and whimsical waters of the Jordan…if the stories were really true.
These heels have been tarnished with tar and battled through blues nights at that underground bar.
And making their way back to the weathered dock out on the bay where we layed that one Summer evening to remind ourselves to always feel alive.
And to recall the sweet and subtle moments of life and love when the corner of your smile crinkles with ecstasy after a mint chocolate brownie and some creamy milk.
These soles have been everywhere and this soul longs to go the same with you.