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i see my sock covered feet that mean so much more than's shown moving along to the beat as if they have a mind of their own *fiddling around or bouncing to the beat without so much as a sound* when the rest of me is still my feet give away my restless interior the small part of me no one can ever **** my feet are it's portal to the exterior
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
socks
i see my sock covered feet that mean so much more than's shown moving along to the beat as if they have a mind of their own *fiddling around or bouncing to the beat without so much as a sound* when the rest of me is still my feet give away my restless interior the small part of me no one can ever **** my feet are it's portal to the exterior
samanthapage
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
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