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Fleetingly, I hear the wail of the screams,
Breathing in the toxic nightmare of dreams,
What is up by logic can be down,
Innocence of Cinderella in pretty gown.
The one who returns her slippers,
is after only one thing instead
That isn't what the story had said.
Rocky-Fan
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   McKenna
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