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Cinderella Remix
I escape my apartment
Leaving my stepfather
Not letting him know I left
I got to the club
A block from my house
Bargaining with the guards to let me in
In high heels
A mini skirt
And tank top
They let me in
The dance floor is packed
Like any Saturday night
I squeeze my way in
I grab a seat to tired to dance anymore
As I see a man come up beside me
Short, dark hair
Leather jacket
And dark jeans
He asked if we could dance
An offer I would not deny
And I followed him on that dance floor Saturday night
We danced all night till my phone rung 12: 00
I told him I would have to leave
In hopes to see him again
A Cinderella story that will probably happen tomarrow at ten
poem
by
Sarah Marie
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