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Autumn Stevens

Curmano
Freshman English Honors
21 January. 2015
My Cleats
The black so admired,
not racistly, but beautifully,
Classically.
You weave through the gaps;
lace through the space.
Cutting crisp, penetrating
the blades themselves.

Despise the synthetic,


unsuited for this type;
scales of vivid hue.
Two masterpieces of hide,
now that is quality,
my kind of divine.

Magnetize the orb,


mold to my figure.
You hold my pride,
you hold my love,
You are my passion.

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