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thoughts, not memories.


mere moments together, but you still stain

the more I scrub

the deeper it seeps

into my thoughts

a game of tug-of-war

as cinderella works

waiting, for once, eagerly for midnight

when will the clock strike?

when will the magic disappear?

disappear from my thoughts.

a darkness I do not dare to touch with my fingers

always keeping a rag between.

I was barefoot when I met you

no shoe to leave behind

so why do you still trail me?

in my thoughts.

not memories.

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