Her sole was worn down from walking many roads
Her leather skin ripped and wrinkled from her many years
She had belonged to many within her long life
Her last owner was her favorite
Though she was paraded around through winter winds and snow
Though she had been used polyamorously to fit into different roles
Though her laces frayed and replaced semiannually
Her last owner was her favorite
Because although the others cared
When it came time for her to leave, they gave no second thought
But the last owner knew it was her responsibility
To shepherd the shoes into oblivion
Owner put it off as long as she could
But knew all this was inevitable
Since her seams were deteriorating
And it wouldn’t be long, now, before she falls apart completely
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