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Toe To Head

Beneath the leather of these shoes,
Lays the feet that will walk my road.
The the legs above will follow,
As my feet below will goad.
And above those fateful legs,
Is a even more pulling heart.
One that'll push in the direction
From which I cannot part.
And further up my body,
Held up with a sort of pride.
Is the head that control them all.
Pushing, and goading as a guide.

©Odd 17/12/12

Odd

@Odd

Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.

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