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By Misti Date: 2002 Jul 11 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.11.02.47.23777]] |
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thought for the day: how can my aching feet of clay fit inside the pristine glass slippers you have to offer considering I'm not my fairy godmother's daughter even so I bought her a lot of sweet time wishing away my blood & grime past my prime the clock struck twelve a long time ago and the pumpkin is rotting and the magic is melting like so much snow I know you can see me clearly in my rags the flags are whipping white against blue and I am not waiting on the carriage that is bringing me you. |