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May 2015
your binding gaze makes my blood freeze
from the waist down and crushes my feet
to the point where step is impossible

my toes curl inwardβ€”
they die one by one
& merge into a beautiful
dead lotus leaf

I will be sold away
to another man's house and
never set foot again
on soft clouds of dreams

I was bred to please another
feet grown to smother
steven
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