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Boots
You walk all over me. Your feet pavemented through my soul. You don’t think about me. You just walk. What are you without me? Dirt. Soil. Filth. Nothing. But with me you’re pure, clean, surfaced, you’re welcome.
You walk all over me. Your feet pavemented through my soul. You don’t think about me. You just walk. What are you without me? Dirt. Soil....
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