Cinderelle

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Pale black infinity
Stretched out above me
Tiptoes on glass sheath
A carousel of dreams
and raging desires
Blinding bright lights
Luminous, burning fires
Twirling in whirlwinds
the disturbance
got the best of me
Caught up, trapped
in a trance
Would you care for a dance?
O moon-gazing fair maiden!
What you seek
shan’t bequeath
So take a bow
And leave
Bidding the final
farewell to thee!

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