Suffering beauty poem

how can i love you
you who all this day
then had tortured me
you who forced me
.
then standing to stay
on my tiptoe all day
and you squeeze myself
of you i want to deliver myself
.
but I have to keep you
and have to wear you
I worked hard to pay you
my dear high heels so costly

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