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charmed

charmed

tiny wings beat staccato
outside on the window
as time comes to
a standstill inside.
cinderella’s slipper
shatters
in slow motion glass
tears falling
through still air
these aren’t jimmy choo!
she screeches,
where’s my prada, my
donna karan, my
trips to the spa!
where is
my.
charmed.
life?

but what about love?
her prince whispers quietly…

what about love?