I thought of it right before I fell asleep last night and said it to myself over and over so I'd remember. I didn't remember until I was just finishing reading a book (Enna Burning by Shannon Hale, she's my new favorite) while I ate breakfast.
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My skirts are too big for the door
Inside, the silver silk looks gray and dull.
The prince's eyes were cold and hard
The slippers shattered as I ran
I pull glass slivers from my bloody feet.
