I'ma candy in sugar-coated syllables
A dove, an unexplored house
A lilystrolling on glass slippers
O red cherry, white, blushing veils
This peachis ripe with sweet juices
Will my prince save me from this tower
I'm aunicorn, a Diana, a waxing moon
I've smelt the sweet fragrance of orangeblossoms
There is no telling when the path I walk will end.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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