June 11, 2011
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Grey eyes, they haunt me
i love him and thought he
loved me
but the relationship was
made of plastic roses
not soft and beautiful, but
hard and unreal
Cinderellas glass slipper once
fit my foot but my foot has grown
tiny and unimportant
an old tiny memory lies
within me and a part of me
that will eventually shatter.
salt will run down my
blushing cheeks and i fear
all too soon

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