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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>Indigo Shoes</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @indigoshoes)</generator><link>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>No Letters</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Father, now how was I to write with no letters?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No letters grace the page&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frame the crease&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The crease&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You left.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father, now I&amp;#8217;ve spent a year writing with no letters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No letters have arrived&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No return to sender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No sender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/34030299819</link><guid>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/34030299819</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2012 11:18:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I'm Not Him</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You slip up now as you slipped up then&lt;br/&gt;Callin&amp;#8217; me the man that you called friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We may look alike, he&amp;#8217;s my daddy, true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But let&amp;#8217;s get this straight: I&amp;#8217;m not him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/34030142414</link><guid>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/34030142414</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2012 11:16:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Nature Hasn't The Answer</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://museshoes.tumblr.com/post/23851300934"&gt;museshoes&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was the Allegory which told of our immeasurable ignorance and incommunicable wisdom. Since our inception, the sun and the moon have been beacon to our comprehension, that we may understand duality; good and evil, light and dark, life and death. It is the latter in which I am puzzled, for never has the sun gone out before its time. So why should you, child of nature, be any different?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not leave me. The moon does not shine alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/33943976253</link><guid>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/33943976253</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2012 02:04:54 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The Second City</title><description>&lt;a href="http://museshoes.tumblr.com/post/19726835140"&gt;The Second City&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://museshoes.tumblr.com/post/19726835140"&gt;museshoes&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I’m awake again, 4 AM in Chicago. The city whispers with sounds not unlike the churn and clash of distant ocean. The weather’s cool and inviting, and from the window can be seen a thousand lives in one space. The trees barren, bend and contort around the livings of the thousand in one, their…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/33943885573</link><guid>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/33943885573</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2012 02:02:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Of The Things I'll Never See</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are things in this world I never thought I&amp;#8217;d see.&lt;br/&gt;You were all there was to have;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your heart a lock with no key.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every breath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A step&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Towards an end not for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never to have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the dreams that paved this path.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&amp;#8217;re the mortar in these walls;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My foundation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never attained salvation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever growing deprivation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I need.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that is why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You and I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cannot be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/33943507056</link><guid>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/33943507056</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2012 01:51:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Out Of This Body</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This time makes me feel as I&amp;#8217;ve never felt before.&lt;br/&gt;I could fall&amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;right out&amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;of my body.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And should you be there, I&amp;#8217;m a feather to the floor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;#8217;ll fall&amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;right out&amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;of this body.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Clandestine slips of the tongue, to your lips.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart&amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;falls out&amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;of my body.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We slip away to a night full of play.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But no love&amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;pours out&amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;of your body.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&amp;#8217;re his to be sure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tried my best to be pure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When admitting all my crimes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had such a wonderful time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But oh,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.08992288587614894"&gt;You&amp;#8217;re his to be sure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/33942901281</link><guid>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/33942901281</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2012 01:35:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Delusion's Road</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picked up a leaf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a lifeless road.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it really there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I take it as&amp;#8230;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I take it as proof we&amp;#8217;re close.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just down the path there&amp;#8217;s a mountain that ascends in to the sun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;#8217;ll climb with you till our kingdom come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You may be distant now, but I won&amp;#8217;t fall behind-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where&amp;#8217;d you go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On this lovelorn road.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She dispenses clues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only I would note.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And soon it will come to view,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The mountain where I met you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just down the path there&amp;#8217;s a mountain that ascends in to the sun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;#8217;ll climb with you till our kingdom come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You may be distant now, but I won&amp;#8217;t fall behind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We&amp;#8217;re going to reach that place, darling. I never missed a sign.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where&amp;#8217;d you go (x4)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;#8217;m not crazy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where&amp;#8217;d you go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My memory fails me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was there never even a sign to see?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got to where that mountain should be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It only turned these miles to misery.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Checked my pocket for that leaf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found a note that read &amp;#8220;Don&amp;#8217;t wait for me.&amp;#8221;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don&amp;#8217;t wait for me&amp;#8230;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;#8217;m not crazy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where&amp;#8217;d you go? (x4)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;#8217;m not crazy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where&amp;#8217;d you go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where&amp;#8217;d you go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where&amp;#8217;d you go&amp;#8230;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/33942454741</link><guid>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/33942454741</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2012 01:24:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Childhood Places</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.22148946532979608"&gt;&lt;span&gt;White, white distance&lt;br/&gt;Extends in to the&lt;br/&gt;Black, black horizon&lt;br/&gt;All I had to fear is now unknown&lt;br/&gt;Long, long away&lt;br/&gt;Are those memories&lt;br/&gt;Awful, awful memories&lt;br/&gt;Of a world that thought itself a home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/33942154846</link><guid>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/33942154846</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2012 01:16:56 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title> Daddy's Girl</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.9413136404473335"&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I first met you&lt;br/&gt;You couldn’t remember my name&lt;br/&gt;No, I’m not Luke&lt;br/&gt;But thanks all the same&lt;br/&gt;And if I can be honest&lt;br/&gt;I think you’re pretty swell&lt;br/&gt;And though it was wrong, I fell&amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;People, not places&lt;br/&gt;Are the things that make a home&lt;br/&gt;When I’d met your daddy&lt;br/&gt;I knew inside you weren’t alone&lt;br/&gt;And though times were tough&lt;br/&gt;You were strong and filled with pride&lt;br/&gt;I suppose it was because you had him beside&amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I called up one day&lt;br/&gt;As was common by now&lt;br/&gt;But you wouldn’t speak&lt;br/&gt;Through your friend I found out&lt;br/&gt;He’d gone away&lt;br/&gt;A heart failed much too soon&lt;br/&gt;And you and your home were then consumed&amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;People, not places&lt;br/&gt;Are the things that make a home&lt;br/&gt;When I‘d met your daddy&lt;br/&gt;I knew inside you weren’t alone&lt;br/&gt;And though times were tough&lt;br/&gt;You were strong and filled with pride&lt;br/&gt;I suppose it was because you had him beside&amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As I’d promised him before&lt;br/&gt;I came knocking at your door&lt;br/&gt;I would be at your side&lt;br/&gt;Through that trying night&lt;br/&gt;But my presence wasn’t long&lt;br/&gt;In time we’d be gone&lt;br/&gt;And in failing you, I had failed him too&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;People, not places&lt;br/&gt;Will always be our homes&lt;br/&gt;When I’d met you&lt;br/&gt;I thought I’d never be alone&lt;br/&gt;And though the tough times are past&lt;br/&gt;You’ll find more on your stride&lt;br/&gt;But you’ll always be your daddy’s girl inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/33941976642</link><guid>http://indigoshoes.tumblr.com/post/33941976642</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2012 01:12:00 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
