I memorized every inch of the top of my sneaker
And the bottom of my blue jeans that were ripped
And worn from dragging my feet along
Forcing them to move and be replaced and move
For no reason other than exercise
I want to look good in a coffin
Good enough to make the lover I didn’t meet
Cry and smile at the same time
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