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Hopeless Romantic Trapped in an Unromantic World

By
Tragedy
Phantasm
Magic
Love
Beauty

Oh, if I could have such things
to walk down a moonlit path
in a flowing silver gown
with sparkling midnight starshine
reflecting in my eyes

and fairy lights
hanging in the misty air
turned cloudy by the breath of unicorns.
Waiting for my one true love.
beautiful.

But I’d have to keep my mouth closed.
Or else you’d see my braces.





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