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May 2020
She smiled at me

Shot laser beams
She dropped her glass slipper
Purposely

She knew I would have to find her
The next day

But she should have dropped her phone number
To make it easier on me

She was a tender Cinderoni
And every time she smiled
It ****** me

I felt high
When I looked into her eyes
For she knows I drown
Everytime I see them
JaxSpade
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