I've got a pair of shoes that I love, but they don't fit me. I wonder why I have them then.
They were a gift from long time ago, but they seemed to suit me. My feet didn't shrink, so I don't understand.
They slip off my feet whenever I try to wear them. I often think if a piece of cotton at the tip would serve.
They're my most beautiful shoes, a present I didn't ask for, with stars spotted all around. Like they're made of Heaven itself.
I never walked them out my door, it never seemed to be the day.
There they lay.
They're probably the most expensive on the shelf.
It's been many years, and I never danced with them, even though I dream of it everyday. They're too big for my feet, though the first time I tried them on they were too tight and hurt my heels. Why did they give me something that wouldn't ever stay on myself?
A pair of starry shoes of my own
to contemplate.
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