imperfect cinderella
what you maybe don't know
about the bambino with blue eyes
is that she broke her shoe
and broke the skin that cradeled her delicate foot
and no prince was there
when
one solitary tear
skidded down her cheek
and the only one who appeared
by her side
was a young girl
with midnight hair
who lent her own modest shoe
to the girl from a broken home
and who took a bit of the girl's love in return
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