Fairy Tales (continued?)

She wasn't built for the gowns and the magic     (Roza)

Nor the castle where she dwelt (Seattle)

Walls set in stone, encasing her spirit. (Seattle)

Imprisoned, that's how she felt   (Azaria)

Waiting for a prince  (Azaria)

That didn't exist  (Azaria)

The End

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