Bring Back Her Heart

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I step in the room.
Trembling, as her majesty glares at me.
Her throne is lined with gleaming rubies and her eyes blaze like white-hot iron.
She clutches a cherry-red box.
And beckons me.

Why?
She glares at me and dreadful words
Exit the corridors of her mouth.
I must bring back her stepdaughter’s heart.





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