Brown in the tannery until usage is apparent.
True,
These have seen much, but not spent
The view
Of vistas in the grand firmament.
They are two
Which are the rebel remnants.
They provide no virtue.
They are the irrelevant.
Yet, they take me anew,
Providing a vent.
Because of my ever loving use
Of entrapment
In the confines of lace—leather shoe.
Scars
Are created. They take you only so far.
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