it squished between your toes,
keeping them warm.
When it got cold outside,
you put wool socks on
and scratched my heart
with your good intentions.
I fear the summer
when the shoes come off
and the bare feet shuffle about.
You'll no longer hold me.
Will you move me to a safe location
on the higher road?
Will you toss me in the shrubbery,
to rot with the shells of watermelon
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