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Cendersuit
Cendersuit played with fire
slowly her soul turned into a smoking blaze,
footprints into an ashened maze,
wiping up through the air
like a smoking haze.
Cendersuit became a burning bush,
slowly turned into suit.
Cender was nothing without her suit,
or her glassy shoe without her pretty little foot.
slowly her soul turned into a smoking blaze,
footprints into an ashened maze,
wiping up through the air
like a smoking haze.
Cendersuit became a burning bush,
slowly turned into suit.
Cender was nothing without her suit,
or her glassy shoe without her pretty little foot.
Published 13th Nov 2014
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