Shoes. They tell you anything that you want to know.
Flats, and boots and heals and trainers.
I look at shoes first, I want to see your sole.
Your soul.
Hers is coated in laughing and standing up for what she believes in. Kiss it all better.
His is etched in something strange, music and angst. Rebel, Rebel. Kiss it all better.
Mine is...
Mine is...
I don't think I know.
I can't kiss it all better.
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