Tag: high-heeledshoes
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LIPSTICK RED
The red on my lips helps me stay grounded, less ethereal. It keeps my mind sharp and aware of the bondage to my body. I study the mark it leaves on my glass as an irrefutable proof of interaction. I will aim to drink from that very same spot every time I quench my thirst,…
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DON’T FALL IN LOVE WITH P. N.
Don’t fall in love with Paolo Nutini and the like. Though I have never met this particular man, I can already tell it is highly un-recommendable. To fall for confessions, served with luke warm words about past adventures hurting his heart where you will like to hide. You are different, you will not leave him…
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ONE FOR THE ROAD
The clicking of her heels on the asphalt was the only sound surrounding her thoughts, as she walked down the street, at an hour when she always felt on top of the world. It was over, the feeling was gone, it was not that long ago they had met and the feeling was already gone.…
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MY PRETTY LEFT FOOT
I look down at my left foot, my favourite part of my body. It looks very pretty in my pink and red high-heeled shoes. I only choose to wear them today to honour and match the decoration of this new venue I’m being shown to. It’s hidden, the kind one rings on a very discreet…
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