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- anotherdelusionaldaydream
she didn’t fit into the definition
of textbook pretty.
her head wasn’t topped
with ringlets of gold,
nor were her eyes the blue
that princesses often had.
her lips weren’t plump and red,
and she wouldn’t speak to you
to reassure or to praise.
when she touched,
it wasn’t a touch
that sent ripples of tranquility
instead it was a touch
that set me afire with desire and rage
and i burned,
burned until there was nothing left
but ashes and ruin
she wasn’t a princess,
but she was perfect,
and she was mine.
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- anotherdelusionaldaydream
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