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Nov 2013
1,000 quid shoes
well, 500 each
foot
sprayed with decay
your body couldn't take.
They couldn't hold much
the stained satin strained
so red soles and insoles
tainted a shade more abject;
Glut.
Written by
Aoife Mairéad
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