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May 2016
She sits in ashes
Too entranced with green gases
Puffin plentiful clouds down through the chimney of her nose
Up in the clouds, the ground too far down below
To notice the trail of ashes left, as she tries to pass it
But wait
There's no place for it to go
So she blows more O's
Up and up she goes
Till she's blown off her ***
Enjoying the ride as her mind bends back
It rewinds past her present loneliness
Finding the blurred memory of sweet forehead kisses
Back when her wishes actually did come true
Before reality had her falling so hard, she lost a shoe
It was never found
The prince never tried to
So now green cinders ash down on combat boots
The modern day princess story
Jazleigh Walker
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Jazleigh Walker
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