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My toenails are metallic blue. My feet are scrubbed and soft. An older Asian woman with leathery skin And crazy soft hands has polished them to perfection. She told me about eHarmony Her slut-clothes Her elderly boyfriend. In an accent I could barely understand She told me about her life. She rubbed my calves with lime green Exfoliants And lotioned my legs With cream-colored juice. Her nails were French-tipped And long. She flicked off the excess polish with them. She does this dozens of times a day. Dozens of pairs of feet. I wonder how many people have heard her story And know about her rich boyfriend. How many people have felt those soft hands On their toes. I wonder where else those hands have been On her old boyfriend.
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May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 7:18 PM UTC
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My toenails are metallic blue. My feet are scrubbed and soft. An older Asian woman with leathery skin And crazy soft hands has polished them to perfection. She told me about eHarmony Her slut-clothes Her elderly boyfriend. In an accent I could barely understand She told me about her life. She rubbed my calves with lime green Exfoliants And lotioned my legs With cream-colored juice. Her nails were French-tipped And long. She flicked off the excess polish with them. She does this dozens of times a day. Dozens of pairs of feet. I wonder how many people have heard her story And know about her rich boyfriend. How many people have felt those soft hands On their toes. I wonder where else those hands have been On her old boyfriend.
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May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 7:18 PM UTC
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