Red letter and red shoes...
the pattern of those feet hitting the ground...
I am drawn with the rhythms of a beat I've not yet heard
and I'm shameless in my plan to beat
those
rhythms
out.
check the swing in this door, look for backlash, and guard.
slipping on puddles of gibberish? take of your shoes and dry your feet!
hopscotch the twist and limbo the hurdle, because joy is a picture worth painting.
Whats that? one red shoe on one blue shoe off? Yes we mix
because you don't need roots yet. not that way...
Flounder! Find your groove and skip out side it.
coming home feels so right, parting becomes worth it.
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