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Some Fairytale

In this lonely castle made of stone and bricks

Through thick walls and closed doors

Fenced in a garden of roses and hawthorns

My purple heart resides.

In a solemn mist of reverie, my light is blurred

Doomed to walk this world alone

Fettered and cursed by my own wickedness.

I dream of not a prince but a mortal with innocence

To free my soul and broken heart

A man with no magical prestige, a man I could call mine.

But my lover exists only in my dreams

He is only ephemeral when I’m asleep

His touch, only in my imagination

For I know the painful truth—I cannot belong to anyone.


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