Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Glass Slippers
I sigh a deep orgasmic relief.
Glass slippers I wear without merit,
Without earning the title of princess.
I lean with the waves of exhaustion,
Let them take me where they dare.
September 2, 2009
Glass slippers I wear without merit,
Without earning the title of princess.
I lean with the waves of exhaustion,
Let them take me where they dare.
September 2, 2009
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Glass Slippers
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