July 19, 2009
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Now Cinderella’s gone
and all that’s left is me
Standing in the tattered dress
of fantasy

The only thing separating us
is a clock that can only strike midnight
and a million reasons
to ignore me

A prince does not exist
except for a retreating back
I refuse to recognize
as the tables turn
by something other than magic

and you will find
something too different from
what you expected
to be anything but speechless

you remain
and empty
you will follow
behind a carriage full of meant to be’s
leaving behind a barnyard full of nothing.

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