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at this forbidden hour, Cinderella has to be home, yet her hands are gently being kissed as her heart turns into a pumpkin, ready to be patched in mid March, she dances with a broken glass heel, twirls the ticking clock, making the hour golden.
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Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
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at this forbidden hour, Cinderella has to be home, yet her hands are gently being kissed as her heart turns into a pumpkin, ready to be patched in mid March, she dances with a broken glass heel, twirls the ticking clock, making the hour golden.
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Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
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