had me my hand me downs
and, we all know too well known
if the shoe fits wear it

nicest stuff is worn out and she wore my XXL shirt around the house
her chores, get done…
one bra in the wash and no panties on

The first steps
commemorated with expensive shoes,
soles being broken in,
a mash of burning glass,
molten sand and in it,
it’s silica content

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the buds of late spring 
open and tentative 
unflex their pods
like prayers unseen.

they touch moonlight
brushing in the occident
like dreams,
fleeting moments where 
the impossible is made real. 

reminds me of someone that dies 
every night; a real Cinderella story 
that refuses to settle on an end.
instead, we recycle those old sores 
instead, we recycle those old stories
...

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To have a fairy godmother must be rather cool
Especially if your stepsisters are nasty, brash and cruel
But I think Cinderella's fairy must have been a fool, 'cos
"Make sure you leave by midnight" is a silly sort of rule

Well I'm not one who cares to judge, cast aspersions or disparage 
But while I'm on the subject - let's talk about that carriage
Again there's proof that her god-fairy was...

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The birthing of articulated expression
will always find its means of entering
into the world outside and beyond
the inner recesses of our awareness.

I love the wee and trippy hours of the
after midnight when the glass slipper
lay glimmering aloof in the moonlight
and the weary dreamer sets some
ink of thoughts onto the parchment
of a woozy head - too...

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