i heard whispering voice
behind the baby palms
so soft i can't understand
could be secret indulges
cap with sweet kisses
i haven't seen their faces
i have to walk away
i'm wary of what they say
i just came close by chance
seeking for shelter from sun
kissing my skin to tan
avoiding to be well done
i step on one of her heels
she carelessly left behind
almost twisted my ankles
she has beige size nine
i left a mark easily seen
i could tell who when...
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