Cherub Cobblers 𓌕

Word twist, sworn nemesis, spiritual spirit
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Call the bachelor. He puts his fate on the line.
Hail Mary, look what you taught us. This is not a place. Look at the tones of my pale face.
Could I have let you go easily? Do you still believe in me? Is your vow for eternity?
The peerless feeling that fills my viscera owes its gratefulness to my pristine shoes. Not sure if I am worthy of them.
The bridge is burning and I walk over it.
Thank the shoemakers. They look like little moppets with wings over their necks. They work in the sewers, caring for our ways.
A swarthy atelier, cherubs only need a few candles in order to see.
Only working with their hands and the passion put into their work, they make sandals, moccasins, clogs, boots, layabouts and more for those who step towards tenderness and glare.
Be aware of the importance of their work. No roads could have been crossed if it were not for those special shoes that took the great to meet their goals. Eternal gratitude for those shoes that allowed folk to go back and see the ones they love.

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Lucidity
Once upon a time in a country so divine, a youngster from the north of the south started wearing their shoes and dancing when he started hearing the news. His path seemed clearer, He did not have to care that his clips were empty anymore. He had it all.
Regardless, fear still filled him. He feared losing it all. Scarred with freedom, he soars yet he walks, and walks forward, all thanks to his shoes.
No longer a bachelor, he whips over to mine, my side. My cut of the story
By virtue of my shoes, I smile.
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