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My Sole Is Burning

my feet are now warm
the flames spread
in a flash there is
no oxygen
there is a gap in
in a hollow
across the car lot
and to it I run

I view my sole
it is blackened
I will have to
go on from here
with my true sole
revealed.

— IKnowNoBox, Nov 15, 2007

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Region, Country: East Coast, USA

Favorite Poets: Weird Elf, Shel Silverstein, The Poet Anonymous

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Calliope

18 years 6 months ago

I love the metaphor

...of the sole/soul.you just keep getting better or your growing on me,ha ,ha, lacy Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.