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i feel the slap of converse to

asphalt

and it feels so right



as you talk, i stare at the white tips of my lowtops

and i wonder if you know

that i'm not listening so i look

at my nails and see dirt

how did that get there

and you ask if i understand

and so i smile and nod to disguise

   my ignorance, hoping you don't

ask for a playback



and i wait for you to leave

but instead you tried to kiss me so

i decide to leave instead,

the music of my Converses on  the

asphalt fills my ears with punk music

and i vaguely wonder

   what you were talking abotu