converse
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My Converse.
Black faded into grey.
Splattered with pink, brown, and white.
Throw them away? One day I may.
But they are not just shoes to me. They took me to new hieghts.
With them I walked miles.
The best pair of shoes, that I ever did lose, fit on my feet, like paper to glue.
The best pair of shoes, that I ever did lose, frayed laces abound, yet I did not peruse.
