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Nov 2022
You slipped him on like a glass slipper
and I don’t mean to be this blunt
You’re telling us that you fit so well together
but I can see toes poking out the front

The magic dies at midnight
that’s when the fantasy will end
So soon you’ll remember what was real
and what is actually pretend
Thomas Alan
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Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
(M/Newcastle, UK)   
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