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Fairytale You are the poison that imbeds the flesh of a maiden’s apple The toxin that chokes her breath and stills her heart You are the needle that draws blood from a princess’ hand A sleep still and eternal as death You are the spiteful words The vindictive expression The tactless gestures That embody the crumbling of my fairy tale – But I will rewrite the story Even without a happy ending So long as your malice is wiped clean From the pages
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