From the closet, walking out of my room
Through the hall and down the stairs
Fetching something from the living room
Don't worry, these aren't dirty, it's the first time I'm wearing them
Outside, to the bus stop, on the bus
Sitting like a pose
Walking up the street
Full reflection in the dark glass walls of an office building
Striding to class
And feeling creases begin where my foot bends
My boots jingle when I walk,
It makes me happy.
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