Shoes Off At The Door.

And as I closed the door behind you, it was to my own surprise, you left muddy foot prints behind. And over time, these foot prints will fade, never completely, but they will fade none the less. And I will become accustomed to them, as if they have grown a part of me. And there they will stay, letting me breathe in the ache, until you decide to return, for another walk through. And just as before, I will close the door to find your fresh foot prints once again. Never knowing, did you get what you came here for?


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