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per pedes
Feet are everything.
Feet is we live.
We come on the feet.
We go with the feet.
We are torn by the feet.
Why don't we love our feet?
We stuff our feet into bags,
Tie them up with ropes and leather-ribbons.
jail them in stinking boot-dungeons,
let them look from high-heels
down to the precipice.
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