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Shoe Collection

The way I want to be loved, like that suede Miss Sixty pair. Love me more than satin pumps, the ones that match your hair. You worship your shoe temple, and brush away at the Fendi. If only your love was vane, so we could be as trendy. From Dolce to Dior brands, there is not one you miss. Stumbling on your platforms, just to give me one last kiss. So much passion you polish on, wishing I could turn into heels. Wear me tenderly so you see, how true love actually feels. Buttoned up sandals and crocs, ballet flats you simply adore. You make me hold them all, as you organize every drawer. Now you know the very truth, shopping makes you complete. Embrace my heart with kindness, the same way you do your feet.

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