Wild Moccasins
full time fetish
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closet feminine shoe fetish
they predict his social death wish
Lines on palms could not hope to
uncover
he sells to them sour milk of mother
the slightest of differnce
collections all the same
mechanisms of defense
it's the mins we frame
Neither excuse more appalling than the next
given the choie, make him the warped subject