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Your Feet

Your Feet

I know that they support you,
Your Feet
that have just flown away,
risehttps://read•99csw.coms upon them.
When I cannot look at your face
only because they w九九藏書alked
your hard little feet.
the doubled purple
Your feet of arched bone,
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I look at your feet.
and that your sweet weight
of your nipples,
the wind a九九藏書nd upon the waters,
until they found me.
But I love your feet
my little tower.
your wide fruit m九*九*藏*書outh,
Your waist and your breasts,
upon the earth and upon
your red tresses,
the sockets of your eyes