I wonder as I wander, will you C/C please?

I've walked on the surface of the Sun
cold the sense in high degrees
Touched the Moon
dead but blistered, my knees

crawling.

Cosmic storm
Tossed, turning
always burning
nailed to fates cross

forsaken, lost

Where is the Prince
to kiss out the poison
find and return my glass slipper
Win me, take me in?

Is life no more than a spate in sin?
 
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