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Jul 2014
back when I still touched you
your ankles were always caked
with dirt, you told me that
no matter how much you scrub,
you're not gonna get it off
and
you'd watch me intensely as I
took your heels in my lap and
washed your feet over and over
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
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