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Aug 29. 2026
I rise past the ankle to swallow the shin, Two bodies of leather you must sink within. A tongue that is silent, a sole with no mind, I am left at the door when you leave me behind. What am I?
Aug 29. 2026
I rise past the ankle to swallow the shin, Two bodies of leather you must sink within. A tongue that is silent, a sole with no mind, I am left at the door when you leave me behind. What am I?