There was a lonely time
A lonely time, before feet
when I am alone with them
life feels, so sweet
The Birth of Feet
They come out of the womb
and then grow like flowers
Some consider them only for walking on
I consider each toe, a sensual tower
The Birth of Feet: A woman's foot
I wash the feet, rub the feet
love the feet and kiss the feet
The foot is mine
a natural feat
The birth of a foot
The life of feet
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