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Fairy tales can be surprisingly cruel at the root. |
Convulsing against the chains of the particularly disastrous certainty of ”not the time”, shackled by unrequitedness A confounding kind of strain to enjoy a good thing before it is over Daylight grows shorter the murmurs of those gentle, shadowed wings draw near to reveal the hopeful awe of a fool dancing the night away in smoldering irony; as if one could shoulder the consequences of an errant move over the threshold – |
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