mimik themselves too closely World Wide.
The rose, certainty, love, and princess
make my butterflies fly out of their nest.
I'm used to the tragedy; that love conquers all
So proceeding your turn, I expect a great fall.
With a breath of pollution, I simply must state.
You're trying your best; it's just not true fate.
Your aura attracts just my moths to fly free
Look for a girl who wants chivalry.
So if you don't mind; I'll pass, Prince Charming.
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