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By Walking Contradiction Date: 2002 Dec 18 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.18.08.29.21077]] |
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My feet are no longer etched in your heart Neither are my breasts I presume Although you tended to them so lovingly But now we resume our normal stance - Less than normal, You no longer have time for my feet All I see is you back, that I stroked, I find relief, in remembering it de-clothed, Mine to touch and tend too, As your lips kissed my core, But now we've moved onto loathing So these thoughts don't matter anymore. |